I want to be “that girl” that everyone wants to be
or to be with
I can’t sever myself from this person I live through
She holds on too tight.
She needs me as much as I need her.
That’s all there is.
I would not share it
Because appreciation isn’t your strong suit.
Yet I’m sure it’s frequented
Even if not understood.
Too much responsibility
For one little vessel of a soul
I’m the biggest faker you’ll ever meet
Because I definitely tell people what they want to hear
Your ears will never bleed on my account.
And maybe the real me is great.
But YOU WILL NEVER KNOW HER.
Because I’m merely who you want me to be
“Let’s work it out”
Because I’m down for whatever.
“I’m sorry”; “I love you.”
Are you sorry? – THAT you love me?
I’ll eat up your lines
To lie to my heart
Though I know it’s not for real
And they wear off fast
It’s what’s real to yourself that shines pure
Don’t let them tell you you’re crazy
It’s like waking up and feeling like your dream really happened
In that second
That moment has raw emotion
The next time it happens
Observe what it is you care about
Because you may be neglecting it
And once it’s “too late”
Nothing comes back
Absolutes ARE forever
I prefer to live my life in absolutes
The “all or nothing” paradox
So what will YOU order?
So being this FAKER…
Everyone thinks I’m happy
To the extent that if it gets to be just a little too much
Sharper than my razor
“It” breaks through
And I’m translucent
ANYONE CAN SEE
Only a few seconds to put up a front
To turn back into a wall
But don’t you dare try to break down that barrier.
I’ll have none of it.
I’m too used to feeling wrong.
And we should have never made it to “I’m sorry.”