theflowerchild
It means nothing, I realize, nothing at all. Sometimes it hurts more than I'd ever want something to, and sometimes it just feels numb. Recently, it stings a little, more like soap in the eyes rather than a bee. You hold my hand, entwine your fingers with mine, and your nails leave indents like crescent moons on my skin.
"Lie to me," I say.
Your lips twitch, and you respond with, "I love you."
It means nothing, I realize, nothing at all. Sometimes it hurts more than I'd ever want something to, and sometimes it just feels numb. Recently, it stings a little, more like soap in the eyes rather than a bee. You hold my hand, entwine your fingers with mine, and your nails leave indents like crescent moons on my skin.
All I ever wanted in life was to prosper. I was never good enough, never, though I tried so hard. They always expected so much of me--just one perfect grade, one solo, one lead in a play, but nothing. I was never, ever good-enough. Never.
It hurts, never being able to succeed for someone you want to impress the most--and that's all I ever wanted, to succeed and impress them.
I don't understand you, it's all too fuzzy. You keep talking, and talking, but the words don't flow like they used to. I barely hear you screaming, what on earth are you saying? Are you okay? Are you functioning?
I no-longer understand you, what you want, what you mean to say, or what you need. Everything is a blur. Repeat yourself, please?
You keep repeating yourself, over and over again. When someone keeps going on, and on, and on, the words seem to lose their meanings; as if, no matter what you say, I won't listen any longer.
I try and understand what you're trying to tell me--what does it mean? Why are you saying this? Did I do something wrong? Can I fix it? But I can't. All you want is for me to change, and you go on and on about what I do wrong.
What am I doing wrong?
Thread falls of a spool like liquid, straight into a thin, sharp needle. This incredibly thin, sharp, silver stick penetrates fabrics, paper; virtually anything your little heart may desire. You can create clothing, or designs, embroidery--anything, can you imagine? By just one, little, coloured thread.