“a girl who knows how to make everybody happy except herself. everybody seems to think she has it so together but no one notices that it’s only because she doesn’t know how to fall apart.”
sometimes i am not all brash but instead i creep into the corners of my mind where my heart keeps my what ifs and buts. i can coax a smile from you during the harshest of times, when winter seems too bitter and summer seems too far, but with me, darling, i find myself searching. sometimes i am not all trumpets and fanfares but instead a quiet little girl, still scared of losing grip of her rosy cheeked friends who cover themselves with the prettiest of bruises. you do not care to peel back my metal smile nor do you realise that the plum coloured hearts littered across my back are the effects of loving people so obsessively. sometimes i am not at all me but instead i creep under the creases of my skin and try to pull myself apart.