Midnight

Still scared to look at the scars, like examining them brings the pain to the surface. Time doesn't heal scars, it just pounds them into you until they're on the inside out- and they creep into dreams and streams of subconscious.
 Sometimes I feel like everything I know is crumbling around me.

 I'll tell you a secret.
I'm gonna change the world with my lips

Blink

Even with the truth staring us in the face, we crave the lie. Our hearts pump out of sync, beating faster until we can tightly grasp at the untruth that will pacify us. You really aren't cheating, you really won't leave me, you really do still love me.

Lies. The morphine of our inner turmoil.