my heart heavy
weighed down by your expectations.
The pedestal I stand on, burning my feet.
I rose, I chose,
yes indeed I chose this path,
but when the crown becomes too heavy,
the thorns digging deep, making patterns of vines
deep within my skull,
it's not the pain that bothers me.
It's the look of shame on your face,
the sadness, the pain.
I expected nothing less,
after all I am simply an empty monster,
using you while pretending to be the victim.
Days like today, we see who is who.
You are you,
pure, kind, considerate
doing your best
and then there is me,
ruing everything I touch and causing a mess.
Expect the unexpected they say,
but this was planned,
this is my nature.
Hurt people hurt people.
I hurt you and everyone I love.
And the guilt I feel is not enough to prevent me from doing it again.
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Happy Monday!
I hope your Monday is going better than mine!
~ Have you ever burned your tongue on a hot drink?
Yes! All the time!
Was it worth it? Ehh I don't know.
D.O.
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