"She won't break you like those other girls. That's exactly why you're terrified of her. She could make you happy. And you know being happy is the most terrifying thing in the universe. Once you're happy it can be taken from you."
But you want those other girls... you want her... and her... and me... and I don't understand... am I not giving you enough? Am I not doing enough? Am I not pretty enough? Skinny enough? Fun enough?... there will never ever be a girl in this world that could love you the way I do... that could feel what I feel for you... that has cried this many tears over you... what do I have to do? Because I know I decrease every amount of stress that you have... I know I make you so happy... but you're killing my soul... you're killing my light... and I'm so tired of fighting for you... fighting for this... I know that you tell her the same things you tell me... and I know that you talk down on my name to her in order to give her reassurance... and then you tell me the same things... and you try to manipulate me into thinking that you don't want her... try to manipulate her into thinking you don't want me... but sooner or later you're gonna have to choose.
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Perspicacious
PoetryThings I wish I could've said to them. The perspectives I wish they could've seen. *None of the quotes belong to me, just the feelings and words towards the quotes*
