A Beautiful Struggle
I wanted nothing,
I wanted you,
And this spoiled brat got
What was coming to.
All I want from you
Is mutuality.
Turns out it’s hard for you
To simply notice me.
A snake is what you are,
Sneaky, emotionless,
You suck me of life.
It’s always me to clean up your mess.
My sweet addiction?
The addiction part,
Not of you, but of me;
Addicted to breaking my own pathetic heart.
The days get longer
And this is me
Waiting for your blind eyes
To finally see.
I want more, always have.
It’s expectations that killed
And your pathetic little actions
Leave me less than fulfilled.
I love you,
I hate myself.
And now there’s little of a gap
Between love and wealth.
I’m tired of this circle
But it’s keeping me afloat.
Your mess of lies and insults
Act just like a boat.
It isn’t you,
I know it’s not,
You want to seem this way.
The part of you I forgot.
Now memory serves,
I remember you;
The one who took my world,
And made the meanings true.
I remember our meet,
You charisma and your wit,
No, on second thought,
I wouldn’t change a bit.
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