Thursday, April 14, 2011

She Kills Me

Why do girls like her exist?

Just to tease us?

Knowing you have absolutely no chance, but it's dangled in your face regardless.
Cruel.

When it's obvious to yourself that you don't have what they want,
how exactly are you supposed to feel?

It corrodes your thoughts from the inside out.

Such beauty, wasted.
Wasted on these fools, these liars, these single-faceted leeches.

Consuming.
The cold; consuming.

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