Evolution of a Marraige

A great mind is mine, Although it shines different in the light of another I suffer... This constant compromise between loving and breathing- The death of my bones/ Or the loss of our blood? Us.... On the upside We can be sweet, Sweet perfection Me... All Betty Crocker In a yellow apron Another pill/ Another powder... Whatever keeps me/ Wrapped in roses Another selfish sacrafice to survive The destruction of us- And then..... The crash Dare we lie Another day- On this stage Dancing just to keep all the things I cherish least