the space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself insi...
"if teardrops could be bottled, there'd be swimming pools filled by models"
if teardrops were silver stars i'd be a rich woman living the elite life as they'd run down my cheeks i'd collect them in a glass jar
if emotions were worth money if be moderately rich and stuff my rage into gilded jars that will soon turn into profit
"told 'a tight dress is what makes you a wh*re'"
the seams of this tight dress accentuates the dips of my hips and shows my body off as if it was sweeter then honey
then the catcalls came the looks of hate people's feelings about my clothes spilling out from their pursed lips
"if 'I love you' was a promise, would you break if your honest?"
they say love is a war a constant stalemate of guns against guns
they say you let the person get so close they may just be able to kill you but you trust them enough that they won't
but when they do that is when hearts shatter for how could love turn into death so quickly?
"tell the mirror, what you know she's heard before, I don't wanna be you....anymore"
everything becomes more real in mirrors
the way your thighs touch the way your feet are too big the acne taking over your face your big nose that overshadows your features the fact that you don't have sparkling eyes or a pretty, pleasing face
the mirror's silver back and the way it bends light accentuates each and every flaw
to the point where you don't wanna be you anymore
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