day 9: paradox

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by marvelnspence

by marvelnspence

You are a lover (friend)//

You tell me you love me

And use me as bottle throwing practice

5 minutes later.

You know I'm a recovered alcoholic.

You say it's because I am strong

I think it is because you are weak

You buy me roses the 14th of February

But leave the same red tinted on my neck

The other 364 days.

I'm caged in because of you

What you call home i call prison

When you are happy I

Suffer in silence.

Your best days are my worst

Your favourite foods are not mine.

We do not even like the same music

We are a paradox.

In every way, shape, or form.

You want me to stay

While I have a moving truck coming in next week.

Viva la vida (ayúdame)

Te amo

Eres (am)ig(o)

-S/A