The flower petals fall from her fingers
Drifting down slowly to touch the thin grass beneath her broken form
"Do you love me?"
It comes out in a whisper, nearly mistaken as the wind
Blowing the flowers that she hasn't yet touched
Hasn't yet tainted
"Yes, I do."
Tears fall from her burning cheeks
Racing to soak the paper below
"Do you love me?"
It comes out as a choke, a tangled and messy voice
The paper stares up at her, raw and real
Every mistake, every flaw, that she tries so hard to conceal
"I can, if you let me."
Shoes bounce rapidly on her anxious feet
Clicking against the floor, nearly as loud as her thoughts
"Do you love me?"
It comes out as a plea, terrified of what comes next
She tries to predict the future
Her shaking hands wrap around an empty glass ball
"I'm the only one that can."
She raises a deteriorating hand
Lets it gently connect with the traitorous glass
"Do you love me?"
It comes out defeated, accepting her fate
To her
That silver mirror means everything
"I will. I'll fix everything."
There's a beauty in the rise and fall
There's a mystery to the voice behind her thoughts
It's all fun and games until they're digging graves
Love me, love me not
If you promise to help me
I promise to appease you
Hold me on the tightrope
Let me fall to the ground and stop the show
I beg you to stay even as I reach the end
Every time I try to leave, I come back distraught and aching
Break my body
Slow my heart
Show my bones
Love me, love me not
I know it's not smart
I know I've messed up
But I let my delicate flower petals drop
Falling fast and hard
For everyone who loves me
Who loves me not.
