The elasticity of this push and pull game Is wearing thin. and i am holding nails to keep my fingers from slipping as I watch your promises drop and shatter on the lies you've built around my heart.
I don't mind cutting my fingers on a poisoned smile or two. nor do i mind burning my tongue on words I'll never hear back. because you have taught me that bleeding on a bed of broken glass is better than laying next to someone who doesn't love you
and you have convinced me that i am not the rose i thought i was. you have taught me how to hate myself and at first i could tell the truth from the lies. but once you hear these things for so long, and your vision gets blurry because of the tears you are not allowed to leak, you can no longer see the line which divides the two.
so as i sit here cutting myself out of my skin, you cheer me on. and because this was the only time you were happy, i don't know how to stop. and i don't think i want to. i want to become perfect for you, and ill do whatever it takes.
