gets tangled in her hands.
she lies. she lies all the time,
and like the little stupid girl
she is, she thinks
nobody lies to her.
she is in love with fairytales
and white filmy thoughts that are
anything but the truth.
the only things that drop from her lips
are little white fibs:
if he asked her what colour the sky was
she would tell him green like your eyes.
if he asked her why she jumps and sweats
and mumbles in the middle of the night,
she would tell him it's because
being next to you sets me on fire
and i feel you even in my dreams.
she thinks she needs him to breathe
and she thinks feeding him sugar crystal words
will keep him close to her, like a child lingering
with hungry eyes in a corner shop.
[he thinks she's awfully sweet and he thinks
he loves her and he thinks
one day he will fuck her over for someone new.]
Speaking of friends, you had just spoke with y