The Red Dress.

A false hope resounds within me.
I can't let it go. It will never slow.
My fear is fading fast,
And you see me for exactly who I am.
I can't change your mind, but
maybe you can't change the inevitable.

I am shaking and I can't figure out why.
I am bruised down to the bone.
I am like jello to your mold.
I am read like a book, cover to cover,
And you're already done with me.

You've got what you needed,
Self reliability and technicalities
theyre shadowed by the light that
shines through the cracks in your words.
I don't believe you for a second.
I don't believe you at all.

You're just trying to convince yourself now.
Everybody needs somebody sometimes.
Sometimes.
Even if its only when they
wear the red dress.

-A