I can see stars shining,
Little stars to us,
But in all reality,
It's gas,
Ready to burn something alive.
What's so special about who I am?
I'm stupid.
I fall for people,
I care about people,
I put them above me,
I believe in true happiness,
I believe even evil deserves a happily ever after.
I constantly sit alone,
With the same conversation going on inside myself.
I question everything I've known.
I wonder how I've put up with you for so long,
And then I realize,
Every single wrong thing,
Every single doubt,
Every single fight.
When I was so rude to our friend,
Why didn't you leave then?
Or how about when I made you believe it was over?
Why didn't you leave?
Why haven't you left?
By now,
I'm scared you will leave.
Because I know that in the back of my mind,
I'm nobody special,
And I never will be.
I've come to accept it.
In all honesty,
I'm Forgettable.
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It's Just Us
PoetryThe ups, the downs, the good days, and the bad. What's the use of a relationship book if you only say the good things? Hate to break it to ya, love is painful just as much as it is amazing.