Attaching yourself to me, like a leech.
******* every little ounce of energy right out of me.
You enjoy me, obsess over me.
It’s always about my eyes, my hair, my habits.
How my voice sounds, my twinge of an accent on certain vowels, my giggly laugh.
You like the concept of who I am.
That I’m easy, easily acceptable, not much to question.
A label that can be easily swallowed, contained— controlled.
The idea of my ‘lack of flaws’ is intriguing to you, my many talents I choose to keep hidden to most.
But you saw it, saw too much of it
And now you’re caught.
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 1:38 AM UTC
Attaching yourself to me, like a leech.
******* every little ounce of energy right out of me.
You enjoy me, obsess over me.
It’s always about my eyes, my hair, my habits.
How my voice sounds, my twinge of an accent on certain vowels, my giggly laugh.
You like the concept of who I am.
That I’m easy, easily acceptable, not much to question.
A label that can be easily swallowed, contained— controlled.
The idea of my ‘lack of flaws’ is intriguing to you, my many talents I choose to keep hidden to most.
But you saw it, saw too much of it
And now you’re caught.
not through my eyes
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