we are sitting together, hand in hand and i am
watching the water swirl around and empty me of
feeling.
she is so pretty with her words that collapse,
between me; and i can only hope that someday i will,
not disappoint her.
and does it really matter? if it is only 5 more, 10 more.
she will be happier, the most
if only i can learn to be better, if only i can have the will to
be true.
she is beautiful,
and i am just a misrepresentation of that.
so i fill up on what she teaches,
finding articles that tell me that i don't need to be,
just like her;
but i will not listen, no i won't.
because they are lying.
i do.
so i, take her hand and believe in what she says,
because she is real and i am,
not.
and if it takes me forever,
i will show her what i can do.
and she will love me,
every little bit of me.
and i will not break this.




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