goblin-designs

I remember the day when you first let me play with your heartstrings and how I promised you then that I would turn them into something beautiful. Do you remember how my tremulous fingers twisted and weaved them until they were little more than an ugly, tangled mess of arteries and veins? The way you looked at me, with that half smile and dead eyes, when we decided that it would be easierfairerbetter to just be (not) friends than to try to fix things back to the way they were? Back when I was all fairy tales and stars and too big dreams and your eyes were an ocean sky that I fell up into whenever you you looked at