a poem.
i only like my name when it's falling from your lips.
sweet and soft like honey.
and i only ever like myself when you look at me, but even then i find myself wondering just exactly what's happening in that mind of yours.
so afraid that one day you'll see me the way i see myself.
so bad. so so bad.
you and i fit so well together, but not in our own skin. we love each other, but hate ourselves.
we'll go to hell and back trying to help each other, but not once do we try to help ourselves.
i think you're an angel and you think i'm beautiful, but neither of us will ever admit that the other is right.
why do we go on like this? worrying about such pointless things.
i planned on shaving all my hair off before you told me you thought it was pretty.
i wanted to die before you told me i was the only thing that kept you going.
you think you deserve nothing while i think
you deserve the world. "you'd forget about me in two seconds if i died," you say to me, but
truth is
i'd be right there with you; ready to die in your arms.
i'm bad, but you're so so good.
we're okay.
