Maybe I am that person who walked out of the gathering early Maybe I’m forever doomed to be an anomaly Too honest amongst a hoard of fake smiles Yet guarded enough to be confusing And sensitive enough to be a diva.
Don’t torture me with pleasant morning air seeping through my bedroom window I’m lying here under covers crying about my hometown, family, old friends, people, everyone, and everything that I miss 2009/06
For being dreamers, and unintentionally hurting the ones who want to possess us as theirs. For understanding the disappointment they go through when they’ve given their everything, yet still we can’t be owned. For the sadness they feel when they think there is something wrong with them because we can’t be owned. And as dreamers,Continue reading “Let’s cry together”