Staring at your lipstick stain on your second glass of wine
I told you, “Since I bought it, I suppose your lips are mine.”
But you didn’t laugh, brought up the past,
Said “I’ve been hurt before.
Just about enough to know that I can’t take it no more.”
Don’t fall in love with girls like me.
But that was your mistake. You did.
I knew it the moment that I caught your sight, that for a while our lives would be intertwined. I knew it when I looked at those mesmerizing green eyes, at that wicked, beautiful smile. Do not ask me how I knew, it is of those things that a girl simply knows. A girl as bad as me, of course.
I can honestly say that I wish it could have been different. I can say that I wish I was different. I wish I wasn’t so afraid of everything, I wish that I believed in love, I wish I wasn’t so guarded, I wish I didn’t lie, I wish I didn’t run. I can honestly say, I wish I had a heart that was filled with love to give.
But that is all I am.
My heart is a void. My heart is a black hole. Swollowing everything in it’s path, dooming everything to darkness, to the unknown. And you, my little star, you came too dangerously close.