her mouth opens soundlessly, and he'd like to lie and think that her words are a murmured i love you because lies are beautiful fools that sustains the world to turn round.
there's something about her that compels him to remember her, remember this, their dance, even though it might soon be forgotten in douses of wine and other girls who tempt him with sad eyes and lithe details that sing in her gravestone.
maybe he should.
//fall for a stranger he's barely even met, and memorize the way she laughs against his skin, and presses a smile into his collarbone.
maybe he would.
so with a grin, a flash of dead eyes and dead smirks, tainted blue with glitter-balls and a carnival of shadows and a expression that mirrors the ghost of this quiet, quiet world that decays beneath her fraying fingertips the second he lets go; he disengages from her, and traps his heart inside her ribs, wondering if it'll still beat a thousand of miles away when he's in another town with despondent people that no one gives a damn about.
he takes a step.
then another.
and another.
(her bones might sing a tragedy, if only she knew his name.)
©
(what is this shit XD)
