You are in my written poetry I portray you as someone I look up to I sense the feeling you're capable Of being that person. You are in my head Pinpointing the level of anxiety I get from you, when you tell me you have fantasies of other people.
I portray you as my killer You killed the most beautiful thing inside me You wrapped me up in a plastic bag And sold my heart to the wolves. I portrayed you as the person Who lifts me; in reality you brought me to my knees.
I want to see you as the better person, But that just hasn't happened.
I wanted the world to think what a better person you could've been