Sometimes I just want to be
Who you want me to be
Because that person seems happy
Or at least content
Not shifting
constantly
And it's hard to admit that these flaws,
Though not contagious,
might be deadly
The surface tension is amazing
I can barely keep it in
and therefore
Am afraid to be touched
But if you left me,
Like all the other half-empty glasses
That had hoped you'd take the time to
see what was inside,
If I don't mind telling you a few
Of the secrets,
because I need to make room
For other things,
I am hungry for the empty spaces
There's no way to eliminate who you really are inside
Beauty,
like chaos,
needs no reason to occur
It simply takes shape
Like watching you sleep
That not-quite smile,
In brutal silence,
The involuntary
loneliness
of insomnia
Unable to accompany you
in your dreams
And I know you could never love me like this
You are trapped outside the empty glass
And it hurts
to think of you
any other way
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
Sometimes I just want to be
Who you want me to be
Because that person seems happy
Or at least content
Not shifting
constantly
And it's hard to admit that these flaws,
Though not contagious,
might be deadly
The surface tension is amazing
I can barely keep it in
and therefore
Am afraid to be touched
But if you left me,
Like all the other half-empty glasses
That had hoped you'd take the time to
see what was inside,
If I don't mind telling you a few
Of the secrets,
because I need to make room
For other things,
I am hungry for the empty spaces
There's no way to eliminate who you really are inside
Beauty,
like chaos,
needs no reason to occur
It simply takes shape
Like watching you sleep
That not-quite smile,
In brutal silence,
The involuntary
loneliness
of insomnia
Unable to accompany you
in your dreams
And I know you could never love me like this
You are trapped outside the empty glass
And it hurts
to think of you
any other way