I am no pretty tumblr girl
I am composed of many elements of the world
what she finds dark and medieval, I see it as transparent and see through
I remember when your heart would zoom as I took steps across a room.. Now I am merely but a figure, a shadow.
A worn object a relative buys you again and you sigh saying "I already had those"
I wince at the thought or idea of love being eternal, most humans being susceptible to boredom, the other starts to blame their internal
eventually the external self
and as I grow more introspective, my aura turns the darkest shade of purple
and the day I finally let you go is the day that you finally know