{Healing~Growing~Trying}

curiosity//disgust//mistrust

She's a lie, darling.
She dresses like a mess and walks like a storm,
When really,
She's nothing but smoke, and dirty mirrors,
And cigarettes and lollipops and visions of lonely Sunday afternoons.

She'll smile in half, light a match, hold your gaze
And tell you she's fragile like glass.
Cracked, yet unbroken.
Unbroken?

After all, people are only transparent when they need to be.

18.02.19