pain(t) | sana + tzuyu

dresses you wear on mondays

Mint green dresses are for Mondays. Silk, nylon, cotton, clean-cut, draped in glitters, velvety and sprinkled in pearls, mixed with neon pinks or any other candy colors in existence. You wear them like it's your first date; sweetly enchanting like the typical love struck girl wanting to look good for her lover. You wear them like you're an icon of fashion; always dashingly and effortlessly chic walking through the dim hallways of our school like the embodiment sunshine. But i know you're not that typical love struck girl, and i know that you don't have the desire to be the center of everyone's attention. I know you're just simply nice and into mint green dresses, and you love the dull solitude, covered in grays, black, black and white tapes, and dead, carved smiles.

You've got an eye for beautiful frilly things, and those meticulously laced and prettily sewn mint green dresses that fall just a little above your knees are a fragment of your ridiculous affection for dead, lifeless objects.

It's faint; the warm glow in your chocolate orbs that reflects innocence and unadulterated beauty are overshadowing your deranged soul. And that's what makes you,

you.

Those frills and embroideries on your soft curves are enthralling, but what's inside your head and soul is beyond the superficial standards set on a human. And it's crazy that I'm attracted to your ominous enigma, so so so fucking attracted i couldn't stop the fall, the crash--

"Does this dress look good on me?"

I look into your eyes, uninterested in those puffy mint green dress (even though you're very pretty in it, but that's nothing out of the ordinary) and a feeling of intimacy fills up my lungs because i could see your insanity clearly, when others couldn't, and once again i fall in love with you, and i feel like hurting you because your smile hurts me and i want to share the pain with you--

"Tzuyu, did i grow a second head or what?"

I scoffed, "No."

She chuckles, "Then stop looking at me like that. Now, tell me how do i look."

I grab her wrist and squeeze it a bit hard.

"Sana, i really want to hurt you right now."

I can see the dangerous glint in her eyes.

"Well, hurt me then."

As she wraps her arms around my neck and i can smell her floral fragrance, my hands automatically find her hips and bring her impossibly closer to me.

I hate the way you have so much power over me. I hate how bold you are for my challenges. I hate how clear your eyes are when you're with me. I hate that you make me feel so secure. I hate that you make me feel like i'm home when i'm pouring all of my building emotions in a heated kiss with you. I hate you.

But not as much as i love you.