How does it feel to have all the answers in that

Golden head of yours,

But to never speak your mind?

Aren’t you sick of not telling your story?

Do you ever try to fly too close to the sun

Like Icarus, like I do?

And melt

Have you ever even thought of me when you’re 

Not peering into my storm?

Or am i only a candle in the wind to you

And you turn around and forget like i’m invisible?

snuffed

What do you even say about me when i’m not there

Do you think me insane from all the layers of painted on

Jokes that I use as my armor?

Perhaps, do you inquire where the paint-chipped part of me goes?

Please ask me where it is

And maybe i’ll show you

.

But she’s prettier and she’s newer than me

And you smile just for her

Forgive me if I shed an acidic tear onto your milky hand

While I try and paint on another smile with my blood

“I’m happy for you”