"the loudest nights were the only ones clear", she said as the provoking thoughts seep right through you on a day as dull as could be. those are the days honesty comes a little too late. you'll never see yourself in her pretty porcelain face. intertwined. illusion. dismembered. awkward stares paired with awkward slumbers. if she could do this again she'd start backwards right to the end. this room is worse than hell and you're more appealing than the devil himself.
rewind. pause. escape.
"the darkest nights were the only ones with color", she said, fingers slipping off her martini glass & onto the side door exit. no more fingers laced with shy embrace. lets skip the part where we learn each others names.
rewind. pause. escape.
if she could do it again she'd start backwards right to the end. only a handful of fake smiles to cover up a handful of regrets. pick up the shattered remains of her pretty porcelain face...
and she's still a beautiful mistake.
