Every thing was perfect. Laying Close, Arms Around Me. Talking about nothing, and still not wanting to miss a single moment. Then I Was Empty. He said something I thought he'd never say. I wanted to hide. To disappear. To Be Destructive. The Next Moment I Could Recall I Was Locking The Bathroom Door And Fixing My Self. I Was Empty And Still Disgusting. I wanted to move out there and ask him to help me stop being so destructive. And there i was on the bathroom floor. I just wanted to be perfect for someone.. for him.. and i'm still left next to the cold porcelain.
But He Never Knew.
you are perfect for someone. for me.
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