Im not used to being loved
I dont know what to do
I saw the way you looked at me
And i got scared
That you would leave like everyone else
Now you look at her like that
Because at least she knows how to love and be loved”

I've seen all
your demons,
and I still think
you are an angel

i'm misunderstood
misinterpreted by the
ones that know the littlest
about me.
Called names that spoil,
poison, and destroy who
I really am, or
who im searching to be.
Demonic witch,
ignorant child,
a waste of a good soul.
Crying in pain
drowning in grief
trying to figure out
what's really left to hold.
Reading the truth
portraying his wisdom
molding myself to be
more like him
His words the truth
attached with everything good
though i'm filled with so much finn.

she sighed
stating the words
"I love you"
yet without hesitation
he whispered
"ditto"

I use sarcasm to deflect
From the gaze of your
Piercing blue eyes

You're in love with him
and he’s in love with you
and it’s like a ******* tragedy
because you look at him
and see the stars and he looks at you
and see the sun but you both think
the other is just looking at the ground.