I thought we were simple,
and I thought we were capable.
I thought we could work,
but I feel like a ****
I thought I could be,
that girl you would marry.
Now, here, I don’t even want to be.
I don’t want to be the one
holding your hand
and saying it’s okay.
I’d rather fight my demons
on my own
in my solitude.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
I thought we were simple,
and I thought we were capable.
I thought we could work,
but I feel like a ****
I thought I could be,
that girl you would marry.
Now, here, I don’t even want to be.
I don’t want to be the one
holding your hand
and saying it’s okay.
I’d rather fight my demons
on my own
in my solitude.
Request permission to use this poem