Are you like me? Do you give too much, too quickly? Do you throw yourself blindly at the world, thinking it will always open its arms up to you?
I don’t want you to love me because I’m good for you, because I say and do all the right things.
What I feel—I shouldn’t show you, so when you’re around I won’t.
You forsake all that you hold dear, for a dream that is not your own.
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
You and your camera smile, a flash of something real
There is so much history in the way he looks at her.
And though you know it’s wrongful, there is someone else you long for.
She is like
the sun to night;
a momentary gold.
Tell me when you lie in bed, do you think of something I once said.