Pin me down and tear me apart.
Don't worry, I'm not a piece of art.
I'm begging you to be mine,
Even if it means I'd have to be dying.
I have to belong or living's no good
Without your eyes telling me the truth.
Lie to me and tell me it's fine,
That in the end, you'll still be mine.

So rough.
Do you chew the lollipop or lick it?
Maybe you swallowed it whole.
It wasn't so nice. Especially the first time.
Then the feelings made it addictive.

It didn't matter, if you were a different person.
It didn't matter if you were not thinking.
It didn't matter if I felt like I wasn't even there.
Or like you were getting over with it.

How do you do it?
Detach your physical self from your mind?
Teach me. I am dead inside.
And then you just stopped. Everything.

You were far away. In all ways.
Turns out, you have to let go of something
that is pulling you down, drowning you
into your sea of meaningless existence.

But then you pulled me close again,
Maybe because I was letting go.
And then you were rough again,
but now it was ugly.

You were still rough.
I was still invisible
And still dead inside.
Holding on to what remained of us.

I don't like that I'm falling in love with you.
I'm vulnerable. Greedy.
You don't leave my mind,
But I don't enter yours.

I'm confused, and tired.
Tired of waiting.
Trying to not seem desperate.
But I am.

Lonely is something people run from.
Exactly opposite of what they need.
Maybe I should run.
Run from myself.

You scowl, I run.
You step back, I run.
You let go, I run.
You doubt us, I run.
You doubt me, I run.

I am not
a statue.

For you to put on a pedestal.

Waiting to break
the minute you drop me.

I am not yours to fix.
As broken as I am.
As tired as I may be.
As many flaws as I have.

I'm not yours to fix.

My flaws make me who I am.
Without them, I'd just be a mannequin.
Mannequins are pretty.
I'm real.

And I'm not yours to fix.