I was always the girl painted red.
Yes, I was sweet and understanding and chill and well... not me.
I did not want to inconvenience anyone even if it bled.
Yes, I lost and forgot about myself--that I wish I did see.
There you are, making me mute when I had no trouble talking.
Maybe I was normally calm and collected but then I learned I could stumble and be brittle.
Your eyes looked like it twinkled, there goes my heart falling.
It's frustrating how you consume my mind and you seem to be doing so little.
I'm still a bit too afraid, walking on eggshells, the past replaying at the back of my mind.
Damn, I can't even say I'm terrified and that I just wanted a hug because I was so, so sad.
A slowburn liking it melts me--afraid I'd get left behind.
Hold it in like I always did just so I never get to be someone that someone had.
I made the move and never regretted as it definitely made me smile genuinely again.
And maybe I'm still self-destructive, but lately I've been constructing and having time to just exist.
Here I am making a poem when it has been some time when I last picked up the pen.
I've started to consider you in everything--you get the gist.
