It never was

Late night
bad fight
sometimes at the end of the tunnel exist no light

perfect red nails slide across the key board as she trys to make sense of his words
& why he left her alone
She cant pour her heart out to him because hes not here so instead she tells her laptop her thoughts

she types "im afraid he doesnt care."
her laptop has no reply
its hard to be strong
when everythings wrong
and lately none her words rhyme
and poetry no longer makes the pain go away
theres a limit to what people can take
sometimes happiness isnt perfectly baked
and there are no words spelled out on the cake

she wants someone to tell her they love her
but no ones there
so she sits and twiddles her hair
when your sad you look at everything harder and longer and you ask yourself if things are ever as they seem
sometimes we lose ourselves inbetween
the sky is no longer blue
and the grass is no longer green
now the sky has a different hue
...its purple
the grass is black
we look in the mirror and tell ourselves it will be okay...
that we just have to wait a day
but it never goes back to normal because it never was...