I didn't want to start with lies.
But I guess the truth of me was too much for you.
I was too much for you.
But I'd rather have had us fall apart the way we did,
Instead of you falling for the outline of who I could be
And after I finally filled myself up with the colors of who I am
You'd decide it was too much
And leave.
Maybe, this way, my honesty can heal my heart, because lies would only be able to try and hide the wounds of truth.
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Poetry"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am...
