I am tired of being your disgusting disappointment

I am never going to meet your expectations

I am removing myself from your claustrophobic shelf

I am choosing to escape to be another runaway

I will not dissapoint you again

My soul blossomed in your affectionate eyes,
And those spring lips wintered my mind.
We flew as glittering birds around the sun at night,
Then it was full moon, the wolf came,
And ripped out my heart.

First was a demo.
Second was a desire.
Third was a demon.
Fourth was a disappointment.
Fifth was a liar.
Sixth was someone who lost me.
Seventh was a charlatan.
Eighth was a Succubus.
But nineth is a different Angel,
My Angel.

grey skies, the same daily routines
feeling numb most days
like a tree collapsing after a storm
stable on the outside
but broken inside
thus impossible for people to see

sleepless nights
late night texts
my brain like a carousel
never ending thoughts
getting to know someone
already thinking of not being enough

seen messages
waiting to be replied
well, darling you feel
waiting, knowing its useless
well aware you don't define me
my worth is out of your reach