mhk - Hello Poetry

I sat across from a woman with candle smoke in her hair and eyes like a church at Midnight She shuffled the universe with soft, ruined hands and I swear every card knew your name I told her I came because the signs won't leave me alone They scratch at my ribs They crawl through my dreams They spell you out in flickering neon, in dying prayers She laid the cards like a funeral Slow and holy She says you know you hurt me It hurts you just the same a tear slides down my cheek and the last five minutes I ever got of you rise up in my throat like a ghost I was never mad I was just abandoned if you knew how fast I forgave you you would weep shame I don't believe it wasn't real for you If it was nothing your absence would not feel this loud your silence would not bruise The way that it does You liked me at least once, didn't you? The woman says we have a soul tie a black flame buried in our bones We both carry it like a curse you can feel it too that's why you cannot sleep that's why we both can taste the smoke Last night grief came to me like a tide All I could think about was you I was happy before now even my joy reeks of death The woman keeps turning the cards like she's peeling skin from the future She says *I see him dreaming of you I see him looking back* and I wanted to scream because I never stopped I feel you I dream of you I hear you in the dead hours of the morning sometimes I still speak to you like you are buried beneath my bed I don't know if this is the beginning of the end or just another haunting But I keep manifesting you every night like a girl praying to a False God Just one last time I will be good, I swear I will say I missed you, I confess I will ask how your days have been, I promise I will lay my heart down on a cold silver altar and let you take it Break it again that is fine for you to be my ruin my eternal damnation is the only God I have ever believed in

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Jan 27

Jan 27, 2026 at 2:51 PM UTC

The Gospel of Almost

I sat across from a woman with candle smoke in her hair and eyes like a church at Midnight She shuffled the universe with soft, ruined hands and I swear every card knew your name I told her I came because the signs won't leave me alone They scratch at my ribs They crawl through my dreams They spell you out in flickering neon, in dying prayers She laid the cards like a funeral Slow and holy She says you know you hurt me It hurts you just the same a tear slides down my cheek and the last five minutes I ever got of you rise up in my throat like a ghost I was never mad I was just abandoned if you knew how fast I forgave you you would weep shame I don't believe it wasn't real for you If it was nothing your absence would not feel this loud your silence would not bruise The way that it does You liked me at least once, didn't you? The woman says we have a soul tie a black flame buried in our bones We both carry it like a curse you can feel it too that's why you cannot sleep that's why we both can taste the smoke Last night grief came to me like a tide All I could think about was you I was happy before now even my joy reeks of death The woman keeps turning the cards like she's peeling skin from the future She says *I see him dreaming of you I see him looking back* and I wanted to scream because I never stopped I feel you I dream of you I hear you in the dead hours of the morning sometimes I still speak to you like you are buried beneath my bed I don't know if this is the beginning of the end or just another haunting But I keep manifesting you every night like a girl praying to a False God Just one last time I will be good, I swear I will say I missed you, I confess I will ask how your days have been, I promise I will lay my heart down on a cold silver altar and let you take it Break it again that is fine for you to be my ruin my eternal damnation is the only God I have ever believed in

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I leave a light on in my bedroom like a stage no one ever comes back to just a lonely spotlight humming your name soft as dust in the curtains they say heartbreak is a knife but fading is the slow dim of a bulb No scream, no blood just the quiet realization Oh, I am caring less today and that is how you really leave My heart dragging in your shadow I carry you the way showgirls carry glitter in their hair long after the curtain falls It gets in everything even when the music is gone You are still shining somewhere in me Love does not explode It evaporates it lifts off my skin in invisible little ghosts Until one morning I wake up and there is more air, than you I do not want that kind of freedom I do not want a clean empty sky I want your weight on my chest your shadow in my doorway your voice telling me to stay I am losing faith in your return Like a prayer that keeps forgetting it's words but I am not turning out my light Even if it flickers, even if it hurts my eyes Fading means the colors going soft your brown eyes becoming a memory your laugh turning into a hum Fading means you slipping through my fingers like smoke But I would rather be faded i would rather be high on the idea of you time thick and slow like honey Me stuck inside the thought of your mouth sayin my name I would rather be faded thinking of you than sober in a world where you are gone let me blur the edges let me smear the days together so I can keep you a little longer I am not brave enough for forgetting I am only brave enough for longing so I stay in this half light This almost love This almost you Even when the feeling gets thinner even when it starts to slip I hold it like a dying star warm and burning and beautiful in the middle of my chest Love fading is the cruelest magic It makes you disappear While you are still alive And I am left loving the echo of your heartbeat Even as you fade I hold you closer like smoke in my lungs like a song that will not end I stay faded in the doorway of your memory Half dreaming, half praying Maybe fading doesn't mean you're gone Maybe it just means the light is softer and I sit inside that glow I will wear you like a beautiful silk dress fraying, but still beautiful So you never have to fully leave

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Jan 27

Jan 27, 2026 at 2:18 PM UTC

Fade into you

I leave a light on in my bedroom like a stage no one ever comes back to just a lonely spotlight humming your name soft as dust in the curtains they say heartbreak is a knife but fading is the slow dim of a bulb No scream, no blood just the quiet realization Oh, I am caring less today and that is how you really leave My heart dragging in your shadow I carry you the way showgirls carry glitter in their hair long after the curtain falls It gets in everything even when the music is gone You are still shining somewhere in me Love does not explode It evaporates it lifts off my skin in invisible little ghosts Until one morning I wake up and there is more air, than you I do not want that kind of freedom I do not want a clean empty sky I want your weight on my chest your shadow in my doorway your voice telling me to stay I am losing faith in your return Like a prayer that keeps forgetting it's words but I am not turning out my light Even if it flickers, even if it hurts my eyes Fading means the colors going soft your brown eyes becoming a memory your laugh turning into a hum Fading means you slipping through my fingers like smoke But I would rather be faded i would rather be high on the idea of you time thick and slow like honey Me stuck inside the thought of your mouth sayin my name I would rather be faded thinking of you than sober in a world where you are gone let me blur the edges let me smear the days together so I can keep you a little longer I am not brave enough for forgetting I am only brave enough for longing so I stay in this half light This almost love This almost you Even when the feeling gets thinner even when it starts to slip I hold it like a dying star warm and burning and beautiful in the middle of my chest Love fading is the cruelest magic It makes you disappear While you are still alive And I am left loving the echo of your heartbeat Even as you fade I hold you closer like smoke in my lungs like a song that will not end I stay faded in the doorway of your memory Half dreaming, half praying Maybe fading doesn't mean you're gone Maybe it just means the light is softer and I sit inside that glow I will wear you like a beautiful silk dress fraying, but still beautiful So you never have to fully leave

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On the telephone you found me at the right time been thinking maybe that I might want you for keeps and this time it doesn’t feel like mythology No golden haze, no tragic ending in sight No ghost of the girl, always the first to leave Just the cadence of your voice, a low, steady hum like the tide promising it’ll come back to me I was glitter and exit wounds A dazzling showgirl with mascara constellations Spinning through the ache of almost Love used to feel like costume jewelry Pretty, but it never stayed gold And then there was you no audience, not a decibel of applause, just a quiet room and the sound of being admired and the scarlett letter I once wore pinned to my heart Became sizzling ashes You made forever sound casual Like a secret we both already knew the lights dimmed, the script fell away Credits have rolled I didn’t need to perform to be seen Maybe it’s fate or maybe it’s just what happens when you decide to quit looking and all hope is lost The curtain closes But this time It’s not a fable I’m spinning to survive, not a love I’m chasing through fog it’s real And it shimmers on my skin like a million tiny opals Each placed by you And for the first time, I don’t want to run when the curtain opens

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Nov 1, 2025

Nov 1, 2025 at 2:14 AM UTC

On telephone you found me at the right time

On the telephone you found me at the right time been thinking maybe that I might want you for keeps and this time it doesn’t feel like mythology No golden haze, no tragic ending in sight No ghost of the girl, always the first to leave Just the cadence of your voice, a low, steady hum like the tide promising it’ll come back to me I was glitter and exit wounds A dazzling showgirl with mascara constellations Spinning through the ache of almost Love used to feel like costume jewelry Pretty, but it never stayed gold And then there was you no audience, not a decibel of applause, just a quiet room and the sound of being admired and the scarlett letter I once wore pinned to my heart Became sizzling ashes You made forever sound casual Like a secret we both already knew the lights dimmed, the script fell away Credits have rolled I didn’t need to perform to be seen Maybe it’s fate or maybe it’s just what happens when you decide to quit looking and all hope is lost The curtain closes But this time It’s not a fable I’m spinning to survive, not a love I’m chasing through fog it’s real And it shimmers on my skin like a million tiny opals Each placed by you And for the first time, I don’t want to run when the curtain opens

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I think I’m going to marry you I’ve lived it already in my head the way the night hums when you touch me how forever sounds like your kiss on my collarbone There’s a ring on my finger in a dream somewhere crisp gold, devastatingly beautiful under candlelight Your vows taste like wine and illustrious Sin I’m not sure if it’s the future or a flashback you, in a suit that fits like a secret me, in something white that falls off one shoulder In my mind we already have a life a house that smells like cinnamon and rain your jacket over my chair a photo of us, slightly out of focus the kind people think is accidental, but I framed it that way on purpose You kiss me and my body is an altar -holy, breathless every motion a promise I never asked you to make etched into my skin, an everasking reminder I know where our children will play, the names we’ll argue about how you’ll trace my spine in the dark like you’re counting blessings Let my body be your bible It’s dangerous, isn’t it how easily I build eternity out of a moment You look at me and I swear I hear music some swelling string section of fate the whole universe leaning forward to see if we’ll make it this time I think I’m going to marry you In some other world, I already have The lights go down the audience fades and it’s just us bare, endless, rehearsing forever until the curtain finally falls

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 12:53 AM UTC

Rehearsal Dinner

I think I’m going to marry you I’ve lived it already in my head the way the night hums when you touch me how forever sounds like your kiss on my collarbone There’s a ring on my finger in a dream somewhere crisp gold, devastatingly beautiful under candlelight Your vows taste like wine and illustrious Sin I’m not sure if it’s the future or a flashback you, in a suit that fits like a secret me, in something white that falls off one shoulder In my mind we already have a life a house that smells like cinnamon and rain your jacket over my chair a photo of us, slightly out of focus the kind people think is accidental, but I framed it that way on purpose You kiss me and my body is an altar -holy, breathless every motion a promise I never asked you to make etched into my skin, an everasking reminder I know where our children will play, the names we’ll argue about how you’ll trace my spine in the dark like you’re counting blessings Let my body be your bible It’s dangerous, isn’t it how easily I build eternity out of a moment You look at me and I swear I hear music some swelling string section of fate the whole universe leaning forward to see if we’ll make it this time I think I’m going to marry you In some other world, I already have The lights go down the audience fades and it’s just us bare, endless, rehearsing forever until the curtain finally falls

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I used to trace constellations in parking lots pretending the streetlights were galaxies trying to tell me something greater lived beyond the curtain, too far past closing Maybe they were right For years, I mistook my own kindness for weakness hope, for another cruel trick of desire Every sign felt like static a song half-tuned on the radio I kept trying to translate the universe but it was speaking in a language I hadn’t lived enough to understand And then there was you Your name the very same one I used to write on the subject line of unrequited love letters, forever doomed to a box underneath my bed None of them were for you But now That name will be the last on my lips Hope is supposed to be a dangerous thing It feels like the stars have been collecting our fragments for years assembling something I could never see from the ground Every wrong turn every empty midnight drive every almost was a brushstroke in a painting too wide for me to recognize until now You were written in the negative space I just needed to learn how to look for what was missing Now I see it how the colors bleed into one another how every heartbreak was a necessary hue I didn’t manifest you I remembered you I called you by every other name until you answered And when you did, the sky finally exhaled The stars, the ones I begged for meaning they whispered “See? It was always going to be this way.”

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 12:51 AM UTC

My Stars Remember You

I used to trace constellations in parking lots pretending the streetlights were galaxies trying to tell me something greater lived beyond the curtain, too far past closing Maybe they were right For years, I mistook my own kindness for weakness hope, for another cruel trick of desire Every sign felt like static a song half-tuned on the radio I kept trying to translate the universe but it was speaking in a language I hadn’t lived enough to understand And then there was you Your name the very same one I used to write on the subject line of unrequited love letters, forever doomed to a box underneath my bed None of them were for you But now That name will be the last on my lips Hope is supposed to be a dangerous thing It feels like the stars have been collecting our fragments for years assembling something I could never see from the ground Every wrong turn every empty midnight drive every almost was a brushstroke in a painting too wide for me to recognize until now You were written in the negative space I just needed to learn how to look for what was missing Now I see it how the colors bleed into one another how every heartbreak was a necessary hue I didn’t manifest you I remembered you I called you by every other name until you answered And when you did, the sky finally exhaled The stars, the ones I begged for meaning they whispered “See? It was always going to be this way.”

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He says, show me and I do unraveling in the blue light a ghost draped in satin half-girl, half-performance But I don’t think he wants to see me Not the girl who flinches at her own reflection not the one who writes love like an elegy He wants the illusion the one who knows where to place her hands and how to make her voice sound like velvet He says, bare I wish he meant his soul Instead I offer skin pretend it’s enough pretend I don’t crave the slow confession of his heart stripped down to its bones I touch myself to the thought of him miles away a mirage stitched into my pulse Every moan feels like prayer and punishment Every breath, a plea for reality He glitters in my mind, clear as a million gemstones every one of them sharp They cut me open and spell his name in the wounds Sometimes I think I’m both the stage and the act He gets the sequined girl who knows her lines the one who keeps the lights burning so he doesn’t see the cracks But I know the truth underneath the costume I’m just a girl asking would you still want my chest if my heart was cut out of it? Would you love me if there was no show to see? When the call ends the applause never comes Just the soft hum of distance and me still performing alone in the dark wondering if I’ve ever been real to anyone at all

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 12:49 AM UTC

Showgirl

He says, show me and I do unraveling in the blue light a ghost draped in satin half-girl, half-performance But I don’t think he wants to see me Not the girl who flinches at her own reflection not the one who writes love like an elegy He wants the illusion the one who knows where to place her hands and how to make her voice sound like velvet He says, bare I wish he meant his soul Instead I offer skin pretend it’s enough pretend I don’t crave the slow confession of his heart stripped down to its bones I touch myself to the thought of him miles away a mirage stitched into my pulse Every moan feels like prayer and punishment Every breath, a plea for reality He glitters in my mind, clear as a million gemstones every one of them sharp They cut me open and spell his name in the wounds Sometimes I think I’m both the stage and the act He gets the sequined girl who knows her lines the one who keeps the lights burning so he doesn’t see the cracks But I know the truth underneath the costume I’m just a girl asking would you still want my chest if my heart was cut out of it? Would you love me if there was no show to see? When the call ends the applause never comes Just the soft hum of distance and me still performing alone in the dark wondering if I’ve ever been real to anyone at all

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I’ve spent my whole life rehearsing how to be wanted Tilt the chin, part the lips laugh like I don’t mean it Men say “She’s magnetic,” but it feels more like being caught in a storm that only ever moves one way I tell myself this is power to be chosen to be stared at until I dissolve into light But under the sequins and the bathroom lighting I know it’s hunger I know it’s loneliness in lingerie I’ve searched for love in the filthiest places bare skin and bad perfume hands that hold me like a secret they’ll forget by morning Letting depraved creatures corrupt me just to remember I’m alive Just to trick my body into thinking I’ve been adored And after, the quiet always finds me I lie there feeling like the most beautiful girl in the world and the ugliest one God ever made My mascara smudged like fading bruises my heart, persistence that doesn’t learn I touch myself sometimes like it’s penance like maybe I can turn want into worth But my stomach twists when I finish It’s not pleasure, it’s punishment a small, private crucifixion What’s a girl gotta do to be seen and still feel clean to be touched and not scar to want love and not rot from it I tell myself I don’t care anymore but I still scan every room for him the one who’ll look at me like I’m not made of glass or sin The one who won’t flinch at the truth of me or worse- make it poetic Because I’ve been both the wound and the warning I’ve been the show and the silence after And I’m still here painted in red whispering into the mirror Tell me I’m worth it Tell me I’m wanted Tell me this isn’t all there is

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 12:43 AM UTC

What’s A Girl Gotta Do

I’ve spent my whole life rehearsing how to be wanted Tilt the chin, part the lips laugh like I don’t mean it Men say “She’s magnetic,” but it feels more like being caught in a storm that only ever moves one way I tell myself this is power to be chosen to be stared at until I dissolve into light But under the sequins and the bathroom lighting I know it’s hunger I know it’s loneliness in lingerie I’ve searched for love in the filthiest places bare skin and bad perfume hands that hold me like a secret they’ll forget by morning Letting depraved creatures corrupt me just to remember I’m alive Just to trick my body into thinking I’ve been adored And after, the quiet always finds me I lie there feeling like the most beautiful girl in the world and the ugliest one God ever made My mascara smudged like fading bruises my heart, persistence that doesn’t learn I touch myself sometimes like it’s penance like maybe I can turn want into worth But my stomach twists when I finish It’s not pleasure, it’s punishment a small, private crucifixion What’s a girl gotta do to be seen and still feel clean to be touched and not scar to want love and not rot from it I tell myself I don’t care anymore but I still scan every room for him the one who’ll look at me like I’m not made of glass or sin The one who won’t flinch at the truth of me or worse- make it poetic Because I’ve been both the wound and the warning I’ve been the show and the silence after And I’m still here painted in red whispering into the mirror Tell me I’m worth it Tell me I’m wanted Tell me this isn’t all there is

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You I keep circling your name like a wound I can’t stop touching You appear in dreams half-lit by guilt hands in your pockets eyes like the edge of a mirror You ask me what’s wrong and I say nothing but my whole body is confessing I don’t know what to do to make you like me better Every version of myself keeps dying just to resurrect into something you might hold longer You make me rewrite my skin make me crave the ache of your attention the way it burns like a prayer unanswered And then there’s him He texts at midnight asks what I’m wearing and I show him Not because I want to but because it’s easier than saying I want you instead He gives me everything you withhold fills the silence with want with words that drip like honey into the cracks you made He touches me through the screen and I let him, pretending it’s you behind the static He says my name and it trembles like it means something You say my name and it sounds like a warning I don’t know which of you is real anymore He arrives when he wants me you arrive when I’m dreaming You haunt the places my hands go when the wanting starts to hurt He feeds the hunger but you are the hunger You say you hate sharing But disappear when I want you But I can feel it the way your silence claims me the way your jealousy crawls under my skin and sets up camp in my ribs You don’t want me but you don’t want me all to yourself either And I I want you to own me To lock my heart behind your teeth to brand your name across my pulse to fill me until there’s no space left for confusion I want your love, your anger, your exhaustion all of it- even the parts that hurt to hold But when he touches me my body hums the song you taught it Every tremor whispers your name It’s cruel, how you can be everywhere except here So I conjure you Every night in candlelight or in the glow of my phone screen, I call your spirit to me Come to me Sometimes it works Sometimes I think I feel your hand around my hips, your breathing in time with my heartbeat And sometimes it’s him instead real, warm, wanting And I let him because the spell of you never breaks and I need something to believe in while I wait for you to love me

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 12:41 AM UTC

Spell 4 U

You I keep circling your name like a wound I can’t stop touching You appear in dreams half-lit by guilt hands in your pockets eyes like the edge of a mirror You ask me what’s wrong and I say nothing but my whole body is confessing I don’t know what to do to make you like me better Every version of myself keeps dying just to resurrect into something you might hold longer You make me rewrite my skin make me crave the ache of your attention the way it burns like a prayer unanswered And then there’s him He texts at midnight asks what I’m wearing and I show him Not because I want to but because it’s easier than saying I want you instead He gives me everything you withhold fills the silence with want with words that drip like honey into the cracks you made He touches me through the screen and I let him, pretending it’s you behind the static He says my name and it trembles like it means something You say my name and it sounds like a warning I don’t know which of you is real anymore He arrives when he wants me you arrive when I’m dreaming You haunt the places my hands go when the wanting starts to hurt He feeds the hunger but you are the hunger You say you hate sharing But disappear when I want you But I can feel it the way your silence claims me the way your jealousy crawls under my skin and sets up camp in my ribs You don’t want me but you don’t want me all to yourself either And I I want you to own me To lock my heart behind your teeth to brand your name across my pulse to fill me until there’s no space left for confusion I want your love, your anger, your exhaustion all of it- even the parts that hurt to hold But when he touches me my body hums the song you taught it Every tremor whispers your name It’s cruel, how you can be everywhere except here So I conjure you Every night in candlelight or in the glow of my phone screen, I call your spirit to me Come to me Sometimes it works Sometimes I think I feel your hand around my hips, your breathing in time with my heartbeat And sometimes it’s him instead real, warm, wanting And I let him because the spell of you never breaks and I need something to believe in while I wait for you to love me

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does it make you want me more when you see me talk to him? he says something soft his hand slides up my leg bare, the kind of touch that means nothing but looks like everything i wore this underwear for you purple lace fragile as a secret i’ll never tell out loud his fingers trace it and i think about yours the way they tremble when you want something but won’t admit it how bad do you ache watching knowing it’s his hands who touched them first but it’s your name that hums under my breath when no one’s listening i press farther into the man i don’t want heart to heart skin to skin only so i can feel your jealousy crawl up my spine that heat that holy ache you’ve never looked at me like this before your silence is gasoline your stare a match and i’m burning alive burning burning burning how long will you stand there jaw set, heart shaking in your chest before you come closer before you let me ruin you the way i’ve already ruined myself how much longer do i have to let this man’s mouth live rent free on mine when all i want is to taste the sin of you it’s not love, not yet it’s something worse something holy something that feels like being worshiped and punished

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Oct 30, 2025

Oct 30, 2025 at 12:38 AM UTC

purple lace

does it make you want me more when you see me talk to him? he says something soft his hand slides up my leg bare, the kind of touch that means nothing but looks like everything i wore this underwear for you purple lace fragile as a secret i’ll never tell out loud his fingers trace it and i think about yours the way they tremble when you want something but won’t admit it how bad do you ache watching knowing it’s his hands who touched them first but it’s your name that hums under my breath when no one’s listening i press farther into the man i don’t want heart to heart skin to skin only so i can feel your jealousy crawl up my spine that heat that holy ache you’ve never looked at me like this before your silence is gasoline your stare a match and i’m burning alive burning burning burning how long will you stand there jaw set, heart shaking in your chest before you come closer before you let me ruin you the way i’ve already ruined myself how much longer do i have to let this man’s mouth live rent free on mine when all i want is to taste the sin of you it’s not love, not yet it’s something worse something holy something that feels like being worshiped and punished

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You're so sweet so so so Sweet It's sickening You remember everything I say like you'll be quizzed on it later I know the type I am the same way and you care so much, your heart is made of glass one knick and I think it'd shatter But it's filled with sticky and oh so Sweet honey You're old-fashioned The definition of a gentleman You'd risk yourself for everyone around you I wish I wasn't selfish I think the more you come to find out about me the more you'll realize how wretched I am No longer will you enjoy my company- I wouldn't either I've soured Why should someone as sweet as you spend time with someone as devoid of rawness as I am As I have become I'll drain it out of you You'll see You're everything I wish I was everything I wish I could be beautiful kind compassionate entertaining emotional charismatic and so so so Sweet You care so much I find it hard to care I do care about you but I show too much emotion or pure interest in your company and I retreat and turn off those parts of me I wish I could talk to you You're so sweet I wish I were more like you

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Aug 26, 2024

Aug 26, 2024 at 12:20 PM UTC

i wish i were more like you

You're so sweet so so so Sweet It's sickening You remember everything I say like you'll be quizzed on it later I know the type I am the same way and you care so much, your heart is made of glass one knick and I think it'd shatter But it's filled with sticky and oh so Sweet honey You're old-fashioned The definition of a gentleman You'd risk yourself for everyone around you I wish I wasn't selfish I think the more you come to find out about me the more you'll realize how wretched I am No longer will you enjoy my company- I wouldn't either I've soured Why should someone as sweet as you spend time with someone as devoid of rawness as I am As I have become I'll drain it out of you You'll see You're everything I wish I was everything I wish I could be beautiful kind compassionate entertaining emotional charismatic and so so so Sweet You care so much I find it hard to care I do care about you but I show too much emotion or pure interest in your company and I retreat and turn off those parts of me I wish I could talk to you You're so sweet I wish I were more like you

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