What do you want from me?
If it's perfection...
That'll never be.
A quite lady?
A princess?
Don't make me laugh please!
The only reason I was quiet
Is because you seemed too good for me!
Is it my career?
Lack of money?
Let me tell you
I fight to be who I am!
Money is just paper you see.
Only certain kinds of happiness
Will it buy me.
But love.
Real love.
Doesn't grow on trees.
Maybe your life has blinded you
To seeing what you really need.
More than a warm body
Makes a compatible partner you see.
And when everything falls apart
Don't come crying to me.
I will come first
Not last.
I can be alone and happy.
YOU ARE READING
Sweet & Dark Nothings
PoetryThe first collection of my poetry. Things that rattle through my mind in the night. Thoughts and fantasies, wishes and dreams, fears and sorrows.
