i am nothing more than a mere compilation of other peoples ideas.
maybe its
because i know how to morph
and a contort myself in a way
that appeases to the eyes
of those that
i believe will give a damn.
and this is nothing more
than the brutal honesty
of pulling myself apart
better than anyone can.
and
this is me playing victim
and hiding behind
the fact that i can
manipulate words
the same way
i manipulate...
i am not an angel sent to rescue you
i am not a permanent smile plastered on a face that's cried more tears than any mortician has ever seen.
i am not a love song that puts you to sleep or eases you at your worse.
i am not a hero.
i am not a happy ending nor a story to tell. you can't assume the wishes you make for me and the prayers you say for me will come true.
i'm not
i'm not
i'm not fucking anything anymore.
i am nothing more than late nights of crying and broken promises.
nothing more than erasing and rewriting words that don't make
sense because without you nothing makes sense.
nothing more than cliche antics of a seventeen year old who
won't stop making wishes because i just want to know that i'm
not the only one afraid to jump.
i am nothing more than someone who stopped believing
i am nothing more,
i am nothing.
and this,
this is nothing more than a figment of your imagination,
this isn't a boy meets girl, girl meets boy situation, there
won't be an audience applauding when we kiss, there won't
be fireworks being shot into the dark if we get married.
no.
no, this me telling you that i need you, more than you will ever
know, me showing that it's hard to bare myself in front of anyone.
this,
this is me telling you that, i don't want a forever, that i don't
need promises, stability,
no.
this is me
telling you,
that i
only
want
you.








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