Leaves twist in my hair, 

Crushed under my blue fingertips too,

Wondering why I don't care,

Wondering why neither do you.

*

Looking into your baby blue eyes,

Seeing this dark, thick, consuming greed,

How long it took me to despise,

This stammering hurt that I've come to need.

*

I stare up at these thin, frail  branches,

As you take everything I have left to give,

I've used up all of my nine chances,

When did it get so painfully hard to just live.

*

That smile on your cold wet face,

Sends shivers, until I feel dizzy sick, 

When did I come to fall from dignity and grace,

Choose any of my recent days, take your pick.

*

Raindrops roll onto my red cheek,

My voice climbs up into my throat,

I know this is the time to finally speak,

But my mind decides instead to note...

*

That this hurts, and I'm cold on the ground...

That I've only been pretending I don't care...

That I wish it was some other girl that you found...

As you run your blue fingertips through my wet hair. 

*

Theres one more thing that I just can't stand,

That I fit so perfectly into your bare arm,

When your clutching to your chest my miniature hand,

I feel like you'd never cause me any harm. 

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