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.