We are one.
Like pencil and paper, we describe our lives in the littlest of details.
Details that we will always reminisce.
Memories that will lie in each others hearts.
I love your presence.
No words can captivate such beauty that you and I make.
I simply ask for you to stay.
We are lovers.
I love how you make me laugh.
I love how you make me cry.
I love every single little aspect of you.
I’ve never seen such a man glow as bright as the stars of the night.
With my heart in your hands I say, I love you.
Three simple words that can make your heart melt and your stomach fill with monarch butterflies.
And when our lips touch, I know I’m in heaven.
I cause problems.
I am a burden.
None of you like me.
Why can’t I just be loved by the both of you?
You made me with the love you both supposedly share.
Why can’t you just love me for me?
I’m your daughter.
Someone who you would apparently cry for.
But now I know you won’t cry for me.
I know you won’t say “I love you honey”
Because that’s how you all are.
You don’t love me.
You don’t acknowledge me being alive.
I’m tired of having to hide everything in.
I’m tired of having to lay at night and ponder the mysterious that flow in your heads.
If not love me, then why have me?
I should not go through such hardships like this.
I don’t like being sad all the time.
I don’t like it when you yell at me, call me names, or even call me stupid, pathetic… A disgrace.
My life isn’t fun.
It’s always so serious.
Me having to constantly look mad but deep down I WANT to show a smile.
There’s no smile on a heart who is getting crushed by their beloved mother & father.
There’s no enthusiasm in my life in which I dearly want.
Must I conclude that you are all savages filled with greed?
Just look into my eyes mom, dad.
I can’t love demons that hate on me.
I can’t love the ones that brought me to this life.
I just simply can’t.