He admired me for my
Melancholy,
How I am always surrounded
By people, but in my thoughts
Lonely.
He found beauty
In the destruction of my
Sadness,
Unaware of the repercussions,
The madness.
He saw my anxiousness
To be adorable.
Not aware of how that
Makes me less
Enjoyable.
"He's a fixer upper" they say,
Forcing me farther away.
Because I am not just a problem
That you can fix.
You and me?
We're not people who mix.
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