you say, I am too much for you,
similar to never being enough.
I find myself staggered between
the tipping of the scale.
balance is the illusion that
gravity has created to pull you
closer to me.
why must I lose parts of myself
for you to finally see me?
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
you say, I am too much for you,
similar to never being enough.
I find myself staggered between
the tipping of the scale.
balance is the illusion that
gravity has created to pull you
closer to me.
why must I lose parts of myself
for you to finally see me?
some things are better left unsaid
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