I'm not gullible, you know.
I know second chances
are just excuses.
I know I have to stop counting the stars for those
who wouldn't even stay up to see them glow.
I know.
I can't keep breaking myself to fit their template,
to make them feel perfect.
I know I need to start burning bridges
with the match that has always stayed unlit through my temperance.
I know.
I need to stop looking through rose-colored lenses.
I always hoped that when I took them off,
nothing would change.
But maybe it's good that
I finally see what has really been in front of me.
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 3:26 AM UTC
I'm not gullible, you know.
I know second chances
are just excuses.
I know I have to stop counting the stars for those
who wouldn't even stay up to see them glow.
I know.
I can't keep breaking myself to fit their template,
to make them feel perfect.
I know I need to start burning bridges
with the match that has always stayed unlit through my temperance.
I know.
I need to stop looking through rose-colored lenses.
I always hoped that when I took them off,
nothing would change.
But maybe it's good that
I finally see what has really been in front of me.
