A spoonful of sugar

She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help "That's not a real answer." Her tone is not unkind, but it is tired, dark eyes glancing over Jigano's angular features. She is tired of everyone tiptoeing around her, tired of honesty being left behind. Jigano's words are pretty as always, but they don't tell her anything particularly true. She's tired of trying to pick out meaning from in between the lyrics of his pretty prose. His invitation to take her out is met with a shake of her head again, weary frustration leaking into her mental voice. I told you that I'm not ready. Easily irate, she shifts in the bed, the anger that seems so close to the surface these days simmering in her chest. Fixing Jigano with a narrow-eyed glance, Amalia wraps her arms around herself, trying to find the words to speak to him without losing her temper once again. What happened to us, Jigano? a m a l i a She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine