Don’t Call Me Up- Mabel

The razor edge of my smile shines as my hips sway to the beat. Appoxy can’t fill the cracks in my hope fast enough to prevent the rusty stains from dripping into the frozen glittery wonderland. You’re too busy being right and righteous in your anger and self pity you wrap around your broad shoulders to watch what we once thought to build, burn to the ground to just smoldering ashes of empty promises. The foundation won’t hold when it’s made of lies and half truths even if they were the ones made to yourself. Dance faster, sink into the beautiful death of us. Maybe I won’t need a heart on the other side.