I never really search for the touch of someone. I always wait for it. Sitting in a dress I've made for you, my make-up on just right to make my face shine just the way I want it to.
But I've been waiting for so long, that dress is faded, my make-up is worn off, streaked from the occasional tears and walk slowly down my face. I shift in this chair uncomfortably, but I never move. I wait. For you.
Although I have seen you here. You've walked by several times. You hand me a glance, just once, maybe even twice if I'm lucky. And that's just enough to make me continue waiting. If you had never given me that look, that slight cracked smile, I might have been able to stand up, and walk away. Find a brighter starlight.
But your eyes are just so brilliant, that I MUST see them again. And what if you actually stop this time? What if you actually came looking and I wasn't here anymore? What if you're just waiting for the right time to take me away? I have to stay here.
And wait.
For how long? I don't know. But with each day that I stare into this empty space, my heart loses another beat. One day, if I still watch the same scene, breath this same air, I just might fade away. And when you do finally come for me, I'll be heartless, dead to you. Eyes black, skin cold. I won't be the girl you knew. So take your time, keep me here with your slight glances, your cracked smile that puts the idea in my mind that, maybe that smile was for me. Keep me in your trap.
Maybe someday, when I just can't stand the lonely days, the screaming nights, I'll walk away. I'll stand from this chair and leave this world. But then I won't have the chance of seeing that smile just
one
more
time.
But I've been waiting for so long, that dress is faded, my make-up is worn off, streaked from the occasional tears and walk slowly down my face. I shift in this chair uncomfortably, but I never move. I wait. For you.
Although I have seen you here. You've walked by several times. You hand me a glance, just once, maybe even twice if I'm lucky. And that's just enough to make me continue waiting. If you had never given me that look, that slight cracked smile, I might have been able to stand up, and walk away. Find a brighter starlight.
But your eyes are just so brilliant, that I MUST see them again. And what if you actually stop this time? What if you actually came looking and I wasn't here anymore? What if you're just waiting for the right time to take me away? I have to stay here.
And wait.
For how long? I don't know. But with each day that I stare into this empty space, my heart loses another beat. One day, if I still watch the same scene, breath this same air, I just might fade away. And when you do finally come for me, I'll be heartless, dead to you. Eyes black, skin cold. I won't be the girl you knew. So take your time, keep me here with your slight glances, your cracked smile that puts the idea in my mind that, maybe that smile was for me. Keep me in your trap.
Maybe someday, when I just can't stand the lonely days, the screaming nights, I'll walk away. I'll stand from this chair and leave this world. But then I won't have the chance of seeing that smile just
one
more
time.
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