Empty Fears


The moon sang to me all night and though the song was beautiful it gets old. I’ve grown sick of the music. Music isn’t for girls like me. We like to get our nails done and straighten our hair. I even figured out the most beautiful way to apply my makeup so the world will see I can be flawless. Exfoliating and deep oil treatments. Bath soaks. Oh to be normal and pick his outfits out so they coordinate properly with mine. He refuses to be like the rest but the rest can’t coordinate outfits like I do. I know there’s a part of him that wishes he could just fit in and be loved. I love him to the point of death. Who’s, I can’t be sure but death maniacally lingers between our sheets. Still, he has it in him that he must be, well, like every other man…

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