In my life
I have been
Lifted onto an impossibly high pedastal
Puffed up to fit the mold of perfection
Inflated with false hopes
Filled by others’ expectations
Blown out of proportion
Stretched beyond capacity
Pulled until I am nothing but papery skin and bones and air and dreams
But at the sound of your voice
I melt.
Never have I felt smaller than when the whisper of my name rolls off your lips.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
In my life
I have been
Lifted onto an impossibly high pedastal
Puffed up to fit the mold of perfection
Inflated with false hopes
Filled by others’ expectations
Blown out of proportion
Stretched beyond capacity
Pulled until I am nothing but papery skin and bones and air and dreams
But at the sound of your voice
I melt.
Never have I felt smaller than when the whisper of my name rolls off your lips.
