You want to be vulnerable with me
But at this point in my life, I can't tell if it's a power play or if you're innocent
Because right now, I'm a kid and sometimes I shoot myself in the foot
Sometimes it's too close to the head
When I'm older, I'll explain it away as something far in the back of my mind
Hope that compartment isn't as empty else echos thrive
Capture what you told me straight in my hands and crush it
You want to be vulnerable with me
I hear what you're saying but I'm somewhere else entirely
Because there's toxic bile rising up inside my chest
I crush the feeling down and look at you with sympathy
Even though I got a whole life in front of me, a head of me.
You want to be vulnerable with me, I'm such a monster, I hope it isn't a power play.
a/n: you're looking out through your eyes onto me, I'm considering what this looks like from outside because what else am I but a view. vicariously.
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PoetryTW' trauma dumping read this in an accent, thank you. Yes, all thoughts are authentic but never original. This kills me, so I search. It would kill me less if all authenticity didn't claim healing is a forgetting through the passage of time. That t...
