Wish

This is what I just can't understand about you, girl. 

You always play the game so perfectly, so expertly...

And yet you fall to pieces whenever your heart is on the line. 

What happened to you?

You used to be so cold.

Your mask was a flawless canvas - you marked and erased as you wished.

But now it fails to hide that which was so easily concealed years ago.

You're getting soft.

You know what you're getting into, don't you?

He's just a boy.

You know you shouldn't be getting so attached, and yet...

You insist on dipping your fingers into acid,

saying it doesn't hurt even as your skin burns 

and black tears trail from your eyes.

He's just a boy, and still you hoped and dreamed and wished upon stars and time.

He's just a boy, and he won't hesitate to leave you for someone better.

...You don't believe me, do you?

I can see it in your mind's eye, how it refuses to look at me.

You don't believe he's just a boy.

Well look at you now.

You gave him the perfect opportunity to run away, and run away he did.

There you stand, still hoping against hope that he hasn't forgotten you,

that his words weren't as beautifully empty as you fear.

We'll see if your wishes come true by the end of this week, shall we not?

We shall see if he comes back, if he remembers you.