(i) want to ask about how she hurt you
the summer that you (changed)
(but) i am afraid that the truth
will make you realize
how many flaws (i) hold
because she had so little.
and i am afraid that my imperfections
were your favorite things about her.
i'm scared you (won't) smile like you did
with her in arms.
because she is the kind of perfect
i could never (be).
i am afraid that i am not (good)
at making you happy.
mostly i am afraid that i won't be
(enough).
j.l
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 4:12 AM UTC
(i) want to ask about how she hurt you
the summer that you (changed)
(but) i am afraid that the truth
will make you realize
how many flaws (i) hold
because she had so little.
and i am afraid that my imperfections
were your favorite things about her.
i'm scared you (won't) smile like you did
with her in arms.
because she is the kind of perfect
i could never (be).
i am afraid that i am not (good)
at making you happy.
mostly i am afraid that i won't be
(enough).
j.l
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