I am the blood and the guts smeared all over the page, I'm on the wall of a gallery, put on display, a culmination of mistakes in a picture frame, put me up for sale for a price you cannot pay... I can't seem to prove myself to anybody because no one wants to see what I am capable of. No one wants to see how capable I am of loving them better than the people that they think they love. I've known enough people at this point to finally understand what the world has been trying to tell me; I have no one to prove myself to but me. I really wish I was more patient, so that people would want to be my friend. I really wish I was less ugly, so people would want to love me. I really wish I was more stupid, so my family didn't think I was weird. I really wish I was less paranoid, so that people I didn't know wouldn't have to watch me fall from grace. I feel as though everything will end very soon, and that I won't have to worry about that anymore, the end being my happy ending, me finding someone to finally love me, the one thing that seems as though it is impossible. I guess I need to prove myself to myself first, then I will have to find someone else to prove it to. To prove that I am capable of what others say I am not. My castles crumbled down and I've already burned too many bridges to the ground. I hope you will want to know me, because I don't think I would want to know me now. I just hope that I can prove it to someone someday soon, because I can't seem to prove it to anyone on midnights like this, so I guess I'll try in the morning...
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Midnights Like This
RomanceOur minds work differently at midnight, sometimes we think about what could be, tomorrow. Sometimes we think about what could've been, ages ago. Sometimes we think about what we could do to change to next day, and sometimes there's just no going bac...
