You're not who I thought you were
You're not quirky
You're not funny
You're not innocent
You're not.
You're desperate
You're lacking
You're defensive
You're not.
I made you a fantasy person whom I could love in my head, yet every time I see you, you ask about her.
You talk about her. You tell me about her.
She's not nice
She's not accepting
She's not smart
She's not.
She's intolerable
She's rude
She's trying too hard
She's not.
Yet here you are. Falling in love with her.
She makes fun of you. She's infuriating and unjust. While you're so authentic, she's dismantled your worth.
You're intelligent
You're sarcastic
You're smiling
You're original
You are.
I'm sad
I'm shattered
I'm quiet
I'm not.
I'm full of secrets that go deeper than what I am feeling. I am painful. I will go down eventually. I am sulkish and rogue. I am danger in a nutshell.
I'm not her
I'm not shiny
I'm not simple.
I am not
