"It never mattered how many other people’s secrets I could keep hidden under my vest, or how beautiful I could make myself, or the lengths I’d go for someone I love or even for someone I don’t. It never matters how little clothing I wear, or how I look around for someone to be the last someone I press my lips against, how soft I keep my skin for them, how long I might wait. It never matters how much I can believe in someone who has nothing left to believe in themselves and it never mattered how smart I was, or how many things I excelled in, even my future successes won’t be enough when I keep picking out people to love that I know can’t love me back, when I keep picking out people to love who can’t feel like I feel, who won’t do the same things I will, who will always think of themselves first and use my love to temporarily fill the holes in their lives, someone who can’t even realize why or how their heart had a space for me to crawl into, someone who can’t admit truths to themselves and I need to stop picking people who are less than me while thinking that they aren’t, thinking that they are just afraid or that they just haven’t been given the right amount of sunlight and shade to blossom, thinking that my love can fix like superglue the things I always see as cracks"
Posted on: Fri, 06 Sep 2013 03:59:51 +0000
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