"...And the ending feels like broken glass as it cuts my heart..." Tripped and Falling
staring at my arm.
I have created perfection.
Lovely isn't it.
This is the reason for the tears not him!
You're so vain, you probably think this prose is about you...
As I bask in the glory of my perfection;
it oozes happiness, this seeping joy,
that falls on the bathroom floor in droplets so beautiful I cry.
You’re the one with the problem not me!!
I am an angel who prefers agony to be self-inflicted.
This angel has a problem giving her heart away to fools.
Why are you staring at me like that!!
STOP IT!
Why are you trying to prevent my perfection?
How could she take away my cure?
It wasn't supposed to be like this. I’m crying for the wrong reasons;
you take everything away from me! Please don't take away my cure too.
With smiles that fade she embraced me, told me everything will be all right.
This person doesn't know the first thing about me!
And you have the nerve to call yourself "counselor"?
Allow me my perfection so I may heal gracefully,
the scars left on my arm are much preferred to those he left etched in my heart.
