I’m not exactly the spring youve waited for. I can be the deadly summer. If you’re going to fall in love - Fall for my weaknesses. My jealousy, my impatience, my indecision. My moods, my resistance, my numbness. My inner child that seeks attention. who can be restless – giving you a hard time. Love me, for them if you can. I’m not exactly the spring youve waited for. I can be the dry Winter. Fall in love with the wall I create. From a self-perceived maturity and melancholy. Fall in love with my scars, my wounds, the blood stains. All the under-achievements, all the complexities. That make me - imperfect. That make me – “me.” Love me, for them if you can. If you’re going to fall for me, Fall in love with every fragment of me. Decent, wicked, ugly, glorious - I’m a little bit of all. Fall in love with my shortcomings, my sleepless nights, My journey to madness – my write ups. If you can- fall in love with the fake me. Real, unpretentious, raw. Or my dear, don’t love me at all.
Posted on: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 16:50:06 +0000