I am angry with you But I am far more disappointed in myself
This is my fault
I let you in I showed you all my softest most vulnerable bits I allowed myself to believe you’d keep them safe
This is my fault
I am your dolly You pull me down from my shelf when you've nothing better to do To manipulate and pose me To play pretend Until another toy catches your eye Then back I go Lifeless and empty on my shelf
I am a believer Always wanting To believe In the good in people In something bigger That promises made Are promises kept
It took a long time And immeasurable disappointment To become this distrustful But I’m really not
On the inside I still believe In you
And I believe You will break my heart Again
✖️ Word Assassin ✖️
I wonder sometimes - okay, more than sometimes - if your inner demons - those bastards; fuck them - let you feel what you actually feel - not just the watered down emotions which manage to filter through your walls - would you be able to love me - would you be in love with me -
lost abandoned help me find me love me