i'm not supposed to feel like nothing around you.
my heart shrinks and i don't feel like the sea anymore.
i make myself for you.
i mold myself and put on a mask for you.
is it supposed to be like this?
all those cards that say your love is supposedly unconditional,
but to me,
it seems like it end at a certain extent.
no tight jeans, but no loose jeans either.
fitted shirts, but not shirts that make me look "like a boy". (even though that's the goal.
no shoes with dirt, but shoes that are too clean make us seem rich, which we Aren't.
"loose weight, but not too much weight."
"act like this, but don't say this."
i let you mold me over and over again just so i can see the smile on your face when i finally do something right.