Always giving so much of myself
And forgetting to keep some for me
Everyone at my table is fed
But for weeks I forget to eat
Always the one to ask permission
Without questioning why no one asked me
Being everyone else's friend
I've become my own enemy
you said one day we would marry and as a grown child, i believed you slipped thorns into my mouth i tried to thank you for the roses but blood came pouring out where are you now? where is my heart? i'
it’s a weird place to be, stuck right in between i’m still in love with you, and i deserve more than you gave me when both are, at once, true i liked you much more before i loved you i liked you bette
you made me feel like you loved me even when you don’t. it was just enough for me, ignoring reality for a dream. though the wool was thin, it sat snug against my eyes, nonetheless. i could sculpt it i