sneaky

A double life, double takes, words that are meaningless(ful) in hidden folders. Away from my prying eyes, but not my sneaky little fingers.

Composure, straight back, narrow eyes. Why do I do this, close note pad, close my eyes sink back into the chair.

I see the words that were once given to me, promises that never came to pass. And he whispers I want to spend more time with you but only because she will be out of town.

Coldness wraps around me, shivershiver. Just smile for the cameras and pretend its okay. Everything is fine, but (night)mares don’t let you forget for one second where you are. Wake up fighting tears 5:05am Thanksgiving Day, same thing I do everyday, every second my boxed in little life.

And the box just keeps getting smaller and smaller

I’m so alone.

*Angel*