my own chocolate center has filled up with poison, the roses he gave me all twisted black
and it is hard to let go, to imagine alternatives, but you are bold with unknowing, you are ready to explore.
the goal is to keep yourself moving, remember? don't linger. don't hover. you are not going to stay.
...because there will never be any boy's wrist to tie the balloon of your helium heart to (it has floated high far away from the heavy stone of that unnameable boy in chicago), you would never be with someone and then someone else, and you would defi...
they have seen the likes of you before, they may be intrigued by the looks of you, but they know that you-like everyone else-will leave them in the end.
