Oh?
it's a fraud.
he knew it inside out, really well
how could those:
blank stares
hollow eyes
fuming mind
ashen cheeks
quivering lips
(mean anything??)
(under the moonlight that shone through the windows the girl, covered in soft cotton and layers of demons reeked of the ugly facade of i-am-feeling-so-fucking-fine when in fact she hated him more than she hated the world)
and he embraced her,
heart rushing pounding
mind contracting expanding
wondering wondering:
(what to say next what to say next)
but her heart wasn't beating
her eyes were swollen
she was bruised but
no
time and time again
he was there and she wasn't
she was gone
