"Take a seat" she said so politely
With her ballet shows wrapped around her feet
She stuck a cigerette in her mouth
And sucked it so hard; it nearly blew out
She pulled her hair back out of her face
And her pupils dilated, strained by the light
Her lips were glossy, yet so chapped
And the bruises she had, from more then a slap
"Want a drink?" she finished with a smile
And I nodded almost mechanically, so spellbound
She walked away and the blisters caught my eye
The back of her legs so scarred in time
She sat down with me and sculled her wine
Then she poured another glass, i hadnt even touched mine
The poison fell down the back of her mouth
And she stared into nothingness, as if no one was around
Bracelets the sweet facade for arms so sliced
Nights she sat alone with her butcher knife
"Life is lonely" she whispered, talking to herself more then me
As her fingernails dug until her hands would bleed.
I wrapped my fingers around her hand.
She shuddered.
And pulled away.
"You'd never love me," "Not while I'm this way"
But she was wrong.
Oh so wrong. I can't let her run.
Because, I had already fallen in love
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