crack crack crack
the sound of my thin as ice porcelain exterior chipping off all around me, these crumbles of carefully constructed shell leaving me naked once again.
i didn't really know what it was that i wanted until the mood changed and i realized that all i was looking for was for things to feel like they did before. like they did back when you still made me happy. but they can never be, it's changed now. all i can hope is that maybe what it's changed into will be something good for both of us.
i just keep torturing myself with memories of when things were good; it's hard not to miss it.