angelannihilation

She pulled her stark and bruised knees to her battered ribcage As if she could somehow, somehow pull hard enough she would implode And not have to see their smiling faces again. The whites of her knuckles were an unfathomable shade of anger And the apples that resided below her irises shone like dewdrops in April; Her marine shirt stained with realisation. She tried harder than most: chin up, chest out – arms crossed, keep that smile. Yet somehow, somehow she was still thrown to the curb at the fray Despite laughing on cue, helping on cue: This is what betrayal felt like. She didn't understand. Despite all of this, They had left her beh