she wants.

she wants to draw you her tears, the stinging, burning, soothing ice they leave in her heart. the tracks, smoking in a row from her eyes wide open and revealing to you her jaw, clenched to ease the cry that screams to escape from her lips. she wants to draw them for you, in colours so vibrant you have no choice but to look, in medium so smooth you can't help but touch it, in words so clear, all you can do is listen.