none of my friends guessed right
Hovering on the edge of a brink
You push me off with two firm feet
Falling like a shattered vase
Nothing to catch my dazed facade
Your eyes look hungry
In that drunken state
Hands clawing at my skin
You break me from the outside in
Whispered words make us flee
Hurried movements and shaky feet
Questioning eyes encase me
Only lust is what I see
Superficial glee
Regretful actions haunting me
More sand trickles down the glass
Making a wall of fabricated tasks
Broken promises
And fake sincerity
Eye glaze over
In a panicked flee
