Tinted glasses
In a lightless room
She reaches and grabs where she can
But it’s always a shallow effort
Transactional love
But that’s not the love I want to receive
I want to know you trust me
I want to feel you support me
Not take and take and take
I learn to cut the strings for people who are great at wasting my time.
But I mourn each thread of the girl I used to be.
The little girl who hugged lonely looking people in the grocery store.
Sep 21, 2024
Sep 21, 2024 at 3:38 AM UTC
Tinted glasses
In a lightless room
She reaches and grabs where she can
But it’s always a shallow effort
Transactional love
But that’s not the love I want to receive
I want to know you trust me
I want to feel you support me
Not take and take and take
I learn to cut the strings for people who are great at wasting my time.
But I mourn each thread of the girl I used to be.
The little girl who hugged lonely looking people in the grocery store.
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