his arms have been bent out of my shape
from being around other girls too much
and this time
i don't think i can forgive him
for the storm the poured down inside of me
when he tried to compensate for this misconstrued behaviour
but i did not believe it
because i do not believe anything anymore

and it's just the fact that i've been writing a book about him all over my own heart.. the pen stabbed through it today and i've been bleeding ever since. it doesn't hurt, because i found an old letter he wrote +i used it as a band aid and prayed that the blood would stopstopstop. and i've been trapped inside of my memories for far too long (and i've tried to move on) but forgetting is just as easy as remembering +the two aren't opposites; they're exactly the same.

+i know you thought you had me figured out but honey, it's never that easy. i've got too many secrets and have used too many lies to try and cover them up. make-up for the mind.

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