and that's just how you are
you want to make everyone feel better
want to fix them
you give them all this attention
breaking apart their seams just in the goodness of your heart
not because you're in love with them
but because you're in love with the wave of affection and gratitude
that you bathe in daily
but they take it the wrong way
and they fall
they fall hard
you've got sunshine in your veins and can never replace it with stormy weather
so you let them feel the warmth on their skin even though it breaks me
it seems as if lately I am always in the dark, even on the day of us, you saturated everyone else in your rays of love but me
the girl who you chose, to be yours.
but if you chose me then how come it never feels like it anymore. im not a choice, I'm an option.
perhaps I am just overreacting, but I'm used to being left. I'm used to being used, lied to, tore apart by the very hands who swore on everything that they would never do anything to hurt me. it's not that you treat me bad, because you don't. you treat me like a princess, but they get treated like queens while I sit from the garden, rose thorns stuck in my palms and watch you on the balcony sitting atop a throne with girls at your feet
