I remember when you use to listen to the melody of my heart beating; watch my chest rise and fall in constant synchronization with the machine that pumped food into my veins and counted how many beats my heat made in a minute
"you are what you eat"; if that’s so true I guess I am truly nothing... && yet still you sat at my bed side and pleaded sanity with me while slipping dead daisies into my pockets;;but by then you had got so sick of playing hero and of me taking on the role of damsel in distressthat you hadn't actually meant it when you said "I love you";; you just didn’t want a dead girl on your conscious
you swore I was like the princess in fairytales; and one day you would climb to the top of my tower after shouting "repunsel, let down your hair" and rescue me but my hair all fell out and the promises fell apart, so how the hell would you make it to the top of the tower now? you whispered "baby" as you contemplated weather you would come back tomorrow;; because you really didn’t know what else to call me; i dont think you ever really understood what type of girl I was, come on how many girls carry razors in their purses?
the night came and I watched the ceiling light up; due to the glow-in-the-dark stars you had stuck up in the first week I had been there;; and as i watched the stars I covered your skin in pen inked he[art]s;; && scrawled poetry into your wrists because I honestly didn’t have the energy to do much else.
I fell into sleep; arms wrapped around your body but woke up with the comfort of your hoody and your scent of cologne and deodorant. I stared at the photo of you and me; from a batch of photos you never had come round to developing on the back you had wrote "sorry";; hunni i really believed you until I saw all of the pictures developed and saved on myspace...funny I was photo shopped out of every god.damn.one
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