And just for thought...
I am not sure if it was the way you smiled or cried.
You could always fool me into feeling something,
telling me to love you or to hate you,
wanting me to give any emotion at all.
You begged me for a hand and I refused.
You got what you wanted eventually.
I am not sure if it was your wants or my loneliness.
You were always able to lure me into some sort of trap,
whispering the possibilities you could give me,
chanting some psychotic love spell that I never fell for.
I knew somehow I would be all right.
I got what I deserved.
I am not sure if it was the hate for you or the love for myself.
You always knew how to push me down,
screaming all of dysfunctions to the world,
preaching your holiness to my eventual empty chair.
Why did we last so long?
You were not who I wanted.
I was never who you said.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.