I feel as though I wasn’t made of ribbons and bows
I walk a little crooked, you reap what you sow
You can spend hours amongst hours distracting yourself
The lies you cover yourself in, I always know
Do you spend your hours covered in beauty without me?
I’m selfish I know, I want you all to myself really.
I honestly fucking resent you when you talk.
Your words end up being so mediocre or bittersweet.
All I’ve expected was honesty, but I don’t think you could even do that for yourself.
Instead I’m placed up high as a placement on your shelf.
You make me feel nothing yet everything all at once.
I think I’m tired of living in your shadow, ridden in dust.
Realistically you’ll never be what I need, you can’t even imagine what that may be.
Why must I beg for love from an excuse of a man.
A wall high of excuses and disgust, you make me feel so dirty.
I will never be enough for you to love wholeheartedly.
You’re a monster but we’re so alike, I think the more we try the more it’s worse honestly.
I will never try to love you for the rest of my life, that’s my only consistency.