little tears are slowly tiptoeing into the little creases of my eye and
the old familiar anthems fade in like static.
I swipe under my eyes and stare straight ahead, creasing my forehead.
determination is etched into my face.
But I guess my heart doesn't get the message.
My heart mourns.
It mourns for the loss of that
incalculable twinkle
that was lost the moment
I finally saw.
But I can't see anymore because tears
start to blur against the dark and the headlights.
"Nobody will love you. Too fat, too tall, too annoying."
… I guess I got reception.
"Nobody will love you."
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