The chaos that consume my mind behind this peaceful smile you see and adore soo much eats me bit by bit.
You see.. If I show you these scars and burn marks that my thoughts leave in me, you might be scared of me.
So I hide them under warm smile and starry eyes and I try my best to make you the subject of our conversation.
I try to show you my love, my love to heal, know, understand and see the smallest details of you.
You see the surface confused.
Don't try to explain me that life is not romantic story and that those are stars and not diamonds, that life cannot be lived in metaphors because I might colapse.