It's funny, it's like I've been here before
The truth is I have
Being pulled in every direction
Not letting my heart rest
Not allowing the blood to circulate
I swear, it's the same thing all over again
Why do I let myself get like this?
I don't want to go through this again
I don't want to suffer
Only for a few moments of happiness
I don't want to give my all
And only see a fraction returned
And I know what you'll say to me
"Well I never asked you to"
You're right, you didn't
I do it to myself
So please, let me suffer by myself
Spare me your kisses and your hugs
I don't want to be a second choice
I don't want to be someone who will
Always be there
I want to be the one
Who never left in the first place
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.
