con artist; dark and burnished eyes with such a fire beneath them⸺locks the same hue⸺could it be that you lit a fire within me that night? oh, and we raged, how we all raged against machinery and dying lights! but, i find that you try harder than is needed as if to compensate for years of feeling as though you were never enough. is that why you waste your youth, money, and bright eyes on things that can make you hear that which you should only be able to see? if i could like you now, it'd kill me if you were kinder because not even are you all that nice in daydreams. and i bet many have met you and wanted to fix you. i bet they've tried and given up, i bet they've tried and you pushed them away. however, i know from past and current experiences that you have to want to be saved. i wonder who or what is gonna make you want that. wouldn't mind if it was me.
