it's not his fault. it's not his fault that i'm balancing precariously on the edge of a towering cliff, ready to fall straight into the arms of anyone who shows even the slightest sign of being willing to catch me. it's not his fault that a vacancy sign flickers 'yes' in the window behind my ribcage, the crumbling motel i have become open to anyone and everyone. it's not his fault that i wear my heart upon my sleeve and forget to watch out for pick-pockets.
but he feeds me compliments like he knows how much my existence depends upon them. he strokes my face like he knows how badly i crave his touch. his gaze paints my cheeks crimson like he knows that my favourite colours is red.
then he lets me fall. now he's settled in the crumbling motel i've become and no matter how hard i try, i can't get him out. he's letting me drown in the darkness that only he has the power to save me from.
he's playing with my heart and he doesn't know that he's gambling with the shattered pieces of the only thing that's keeping me alive. and if he keeps playing these games, there's not going to be anything left for him to gamble with.
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Daisy Chains
Teen Fiction❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry ]
