your heart soars with a rebellious spirit, but it's dumb enough to be controlled by someone who lives by certain rules. you dance to the rhythm of his magnetic heartbeats and as they start to rise, your heart progressively gives in. a mascara of wise prominence that you paint so bravely around your eyes fades away from the salt-heavy tears that he provides you with.
you're adamant on holding out a 'NO' sign to whatever opinion that sways your way, you don't care even if it's right. when it tries to question your code, you shrug it off like the forlorn rebel you are. the haphazard beats placed carefully around the circumference of your ears quiver off the burning questions that wear you down.
tip toeing across your mind are the corset dreams that keep tightening around your chest, leaving no room to breathe. they suffocate you when you're trying hard to sleep. insomnia smothers your mind as it lies unsettled in its wake.
your dormant heart has lost count of every unanswered knock that had made it's way up to your door, your indecisive mind keeps swinging back from that boy who called you cute to the boy you found out to be hot.
pounding your fists on your bedroom walls, you transform your emotional pain into physical now, you notice you're addicted to the pain in the form of scars, but all those wounds will eventually heal, except for the ones resting on your heart.
the cigarette you held between your teeth imitating your second favourite character from your first favourite book overpowers your grief, it makes you forget the whole metaphor scene, successfully convincing you into lighting it up and then it gets slowly followed by a few several others.