You float around me like pollen, but you fail to make me sneeze, take off your veil, and look me in the eye before I rip your plans apart without a single goodbye.
There are things you'll never take from me, such as the joy flooding my heart when his face lights up, the warmth I feel when I close my eyes in the sun, the feeling that I'm actually someone, You'll never make me feel like no one.
How do I know I have a beating heart if I never bleed? Save giving up for the weak. I'll save deafness for your words, no doubt I'll never listen and they'll go unheard; save tears for theΒ hurt.