You make a big speech about love but nothing about it do you know. You tell people what you want but never exactly what you can bring to the table.
“Me” you said confidently as they wonder what about you that’s worthy. You can say all you want, and sell whatever. At the end of the day, will you be able to keep your words? Probably not.
You’re not enough or maybe you’re too much.
But you don’t get it do you? I could’ve used your help, you would have been able to. Instead, you sit there and watch me shatter and pick up the broken pieces. I think it is better to say nothing at all than to risk saying too much. Tired of feeling like I have to teach you to love me just to feel better, because you don’t know how it feels. It’s too much for you to comprehend since you’re not the broken one; I am.
See, I’m not convinced. But you don’t give up on something you love, so I’m going to stick around to keep trying for as long as I can. Because you – me back when I wasn’t broken. You, a version of me I wish I never had to meet.
You still don’t get it do you? Sadly I don’t think you ever will. God damn it.
“You won’t know what happy feels like if you’ve never truly experienced sad” but when does the sad end? Pushing everyone away, I want to be left alone but I need you to stay.
MichelleAKJ 