in my cramped world
you find a place for yourself.
you become one with all the bright things
that i collect at the cost of breaking myself.
as you smile, i wonder
whether you have a thing for girls
who have forgotten the taste of truth.
i wish you do.
i would like to love you once,
before you learn to hate girls like me.
this room was gift from my ex
whose hobby was to be loved
by the one he wrongs.
but it is a story for another day.
my story with you is not that deep.
you don’t need to know
that my corners of my lips are ripped
from smiling while being hurt,
that they still hurt when we kiss.
it kills the mood.
it kills me a bit, to be honest.
all your words, the beautiful things
you want me to have, want me to be
they are enough
for me to love you for a while.
it is enough for me to forget
the demon i see in you.
aren’t i an easy girl?
one day you would hold that against me as well.
i fall for you knowing that.