By ZoE Date: 31 August 1998
i forced myself to go my slivered hands my mascara smudged and dripping down my face i sat in my ripped lace eating your wedding cake with the plastic figures smiling as my tears drip on my lips your soul calls to me with your hands gripping her waist your voice in my head so sweet it tortures me summer in your hair i crawl under the table frosting in my hair holding my aching heart