elise.writer

i've heard this story a thousand times before.

i've seen it unfold. it started with a glance, became a smile,

became a longing. when i realized it was my turn,

i was too late. no one told me how hard it would be

i can only watch from afar, invisible

a ghost in your eyes, as smoke overwhelms you,

charcoal coating your lungs. i know

it's not what you want. we know

we didn't expect for it to end like this,

The more you became a memory, the more I'd fall in love.

I still remember that night.

But I remember before, even more. I dreamed of you at night

I wrapped myself in your arms by day.

you want it all, until you have it all

and then you just want to run away.

and i did. i broke my own heart.

i had him wrapped around my finger,

sidelong glances across the candlelit room

moments like these are built up to be phenomenal.

some naturally-occurring, life changing feeling, as the

fireworks fly and the glasses clink. but it's only a matter of time

my eyes look greener when i cry,

but only in the mirror.

i think i'm pretty when i cry,

but only when i'm alone.

i never wear waterproof mascara,

because i like the way the regular kind