Sometimes I wonder
if you've just seen me as
something I never actually was,
that you thought you saw something in me
worth a shot,
worth a damn.
And it terrifies me
that you might be gone by the morning
when you realize
how much of a fraud
I really am.
I remember how you told me
that I'm independent,
that I'm strong,
and I remember smiling a sad smile
beneath the glowing light of a mobile screen
because I knew you were wrong.
I remember how once, you told me
that it made you feel so weak
when you figured you couldn't be happy on your own.
I was a bit saddened
because how differently would you see me
if you finally break past the things I've shown;
if you finally see
how much I cannot live,
how much I cannot breathe
without certain people
and how that's okay for me;
if you finally see
that I'm not actually
a piece of poetry,
but just a mess of random words
trying to sound pretty.
YOU ARE READING
Of Castles and Dragons
RandomWhere a girl paints with words, because sketches and colors have never been something she's good at.
