wait til i take it
what will it take for you to stop?
will i have to stop telling myself over and over that its not fake its not fake its too real to be fake
"theres nothing he cant take"

im so sorry my problems arent real enough for you
somethings my mother wont know
though
its hurts to know it hurts her
forgetting has always been my sort of forgiveness

a friend of mine once told me that the opposite of love, is to be
self centered
but the opposite of love is not selfishness
but selflessness

i am too self reliant to fall in love
not dependent enough
too busy not trusting myself
to believe someone else could dare to not let me go

i hope it feels good
hope her hands burn like the words burning me to conceal yours

theres always been a slither of hope
in my point of view
maybe that hope is only small for a few.