Woe is me when your golden eyes rest upon me.
Brutal understanding, and what my mind registers to be horror.
How could I even think she would keep that gaping hole she calls a mouth shut.
Why didnt i be more careful when speaking to my blue associated sister figure about these punishable, disgusting, feelings.
These thoughts run through my head in a matter of seconds, and before I can fully register them, harsh stinging, and then warm tears spill from my eyes.
I know my emotions are on a display case, reflected in my eyes.
She looks so smug, and I, I cant even look at you.
I want to run, but I cant.
I can't, I can't... I ca..n't..
I cant hide from you..
I have issues. I dont even know who "she" is. ._. ...
