you knew how i can twirl, scream gracefully and soundlessly at the people who clapped for the things they didn't like, for the spotlight to dim its light.
but nevertheless, you chose to dance with her.
she was happy in your arms, sublime in the light, people clapping for the things they liked, the spotlight dimming for she already shined.
she was perfect enough while here i am, watching her as my escort's muse.
you knew i needed you more than she did. my toes are crippled and ruined and broken, like the rest of me.
my pieces keep falling off, and now no one's here to hold them back anymore.
