romance ruined love for me
strange fixations on a character hoping for him to sweep out from the pages of my favorite YA and take me away from this
romance destroyed *** for me
expecting fireworks, but receiving dud firecrackers instead
I don't want to be your manic pixie dream girl or your brown-eyed savior
people don't fall in love with features, no boy will swoon over my freckles
dreams aren't reality but they help me escape when my heart is too full
and my mind is on repeat
what a crime it is to want love
but always feel like you can't be loved
how monstrous are our pleasantries
why be polite when you could just cut me down in three swift motions like a shriveled rose on your prized rosebush
you mistook my curling brown outsides for death but I am more alive than I have ever been
awareness is the most painful emotion awareness could break me down someday
more often than not I work to be perfect in his eyes but those eyes never see me
it isn't enough to call me pretty **** it I know that I am something to look at, a mural is something to look at
that's why we hang paintings in museums for all to see but that doesn't mean
we love each and every one
the same goes for my heart
touched by one
and God it's the worst to let yourself be used
romance ruined love for me
so romance is all a love
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 2:35 AM UTC
romance ruined love for me
strange fixations on a character hoping for him to sweep out from the pages of my favorite YA and take me away from this
romance destroyed *** for me
expecting fireworks, but receiving dud firecrackers instead
I don't want to be your manic pixie dream girl or your brown-eyed savior
people don't fall in love with features, no boy will swoon over my freckles
dreams aren't reality but they help me escape when my heart is too full
and my mind is on repeat
what a crime it is to want love
but always feel like you can't be loved
how monstrous are our pleasantries
why be polite when you could just cut me down in three swift motions like a shriveled rose on your prized rosebush
you mistook my curling brown outsides for death but I am more alive than I have ever been
awareness is the most painful emotion awareness could break me down someday
more often than not I work to be perfect in his eyes but those eyes never see me
it isn't enough to call me pretty **** it I know that I am something to look at, a mural is something to look at
that's why we hang paintings in museums for all to see but that doesn't mean
we love each and every one
the same goes for my heart
touched by one
and God it's the worst to let yourself be used
romance ruined love for me
so romance is all a love
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