you told me you like simple girls and then you asked why I wouldn't date you. the answer was simple, but I knew you wouldn't understand, so I simply said you were too shallow.
you were right when you said I am too demanding, but understand this; I am complicated and fragile. My heart seems to be made out of single glass and the force of your words might as well be fatal. so understand this, if you hurt me, I will hurt me too. and if you leave, I might as well. you are not ready for a weatherstorm like me; you hate rain and cold and wind. so unless I got you all wrong and you are willing to pick up my pieces, scattered all across the floor, after I broke down yet again and when you are willing to clean the blades and blood and bandage my arm because I slipped once again, or when you are willing to hold my fists in your hands, tightly, for I would hit myself with them otherwise, then I suggest you just wake up tomorrow with not a single thought of me, or who you think I am, on your mind. wake up and move on. you don't want a girl like me, you want a simple girl, and simple, I will never be.
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Poetry''Instead of blades, I use pens, but it is still my blood covering the pages.'' Comment or like if I have helped or inspired you. Also if you are having trouble or you are feeling down, Feel free to talk to me. I might not be able to take the pain...
