She asked me why i continue to lie.
Why all i do is make her cry.
Then she asked me why i disrespect.
All I could say is that's what I do best.
There's something in the way she smells.
Like she has no soul beneath those eyes.
Its far from a bad scent.
Actually...I much prefer it.
To the chemical smell of perfume and hairspray most girls possess.
Shes just as heartless as I am.
and...god damn....If i don't love her for it....
I get head aches all the time.
from her high heels when she walks...
digging...into my mind.
Her face only shows emotion.
When we I'm making eye contact with her...
we haven't spoken lately...
but shes much cuter when shes hating me....
when shes mad.... her eyes turn as red as the nails that scared my back.
like her hair....
Almost... Scarlett.....
i miss you.
can we start again? go back to what it meant back then? open minds and open hearts, the things that set us apart
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Wow. That is amazing. This is personal and deep and powerful. You did a fantastic job on this.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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