fists of diamonds

Claire demands you to listen as she pulls on your heart strings and twirls her hair.

Its pink like bubble gum and you are distracted.

So how can you really listen.

She gets mad and bits her lip.

Her eyes start leaking and your knees feel weak.Your stomach starts to shake and you feel like.

If she keeps biting that lip you just might throw up.

You slam the door and leave her car.

You really can not explain your self to her anymore.

She knows what she does. You can not listen.

It hurts to listen when you are just getting talked down to.

YOu love her right?

Enough to take the abuse. To scrap your knees as she makes you beg. Beg and apoligize when she should be sorry. 

Sorry for what though? For not being who you thought she was?

Maybe you should look for that girl. The one that Flls your emptiness.

That is what you want after all.

Filler.

Claire flips you off as she walks away. And you should be mad but all you think about is her kisses. 

And the way her hair smells. Like cigerettes and soap. 

And the way her bright pink hair looks across your chest.

Wait.You yell.

Just wait.