I would like to be that girl;
the protagonist that doesn't cry.
Where she is able to push aside fears and tears, like fog on a mirror.
Her hands aren't afraid to be ***** and ******.
But bitterness and anger drool stickily on mine.
Right now, I am what I am.
This is all you get.
And it's not up to myself
for you
to
want me.
Good night starlights!
ex & ohs.