NEPTUNE BURNS

he lied

for the boy who played my heart and then smashed it:

when am i supposed to get over it? when i plaster perfect plastic smiles on my face in the shape of a canoe and try to swim away from you. tell me how do i stop feeling like i'm not enough when all i remember is you touching my thighs shaking static into my stomach and making me cry from want. my broken boy with your tired eyes your green eyes your terribly beautiful lovely eyes tell me why your soul looked so empty but when I tried to fill it all you could see was a stepping stone to the next conquest? where do i put my anger that i hid behind my sleeves never spilled a plea from my lips never begged how i wish i'd begged you to hurt me sooner cut me sooner. when does your love fall off my shoulders and seeps int my heart stitched heart? i rather you be a healing wound than a scab in me i don't know how to stop picking at.

so when can this be over when you always tell me it had never even begun.

         - to the next girl that comes after me: you are not to blame for the scars he has, and no matter how many he leaves in you don't forget you hold more love in yourself than he holds hate

BL00DW00D thanks to you i'm trying to write again