falling || 5sos || au

xvii.

xvii.

[her thoughts]

the treacherous, hell hole

we call school

has brought me closer to Luke

and we’ve been hanging around each other

like how dandelions used

to clump to each other

and we whispered secrets to each other

and we dare not look at the other

people because I knew that the looks

were like sharp ice piercing my slightly blue

skin

and I knew,

knew

knew

we had to find someone else

and it’s hard

because we don’t socialise much

and we don’t talk to other people much

because truths they tell are never true

and how much more truths(lies) can we take

before the foundation crumbles

and Pinocchio’s nose snaps in two?

say it with me now

lies can never be used as truce.

remember that spoken words hurt more than you think

especially you Chlo.