you don't get to love me at my worst when it is you who brings me there
you don't get to embrace my imperfections when you make it so clear that they are such
you don't get to take one look at me after your eyes have layed upon so many others
and you don't get to stab my back with practiced words of love
not after I've taught you them
not after I've begged for them
not after my throat broke into sobs night after night trying to soothe itself to sleep
you don't get to take my hands and swear that you'll love me forever
you don't get to strain my heart until the last drop of blood is gone
you don't get to pout and cry and shout and weep and stay
you don't get to feign interest for my troubled mind
not when you feed its monsters
not when you look the other way
not when you ask it to be quiet just so you can tolerate me another day
if I break, I'm on my own
and if I don't, you play along
so I will act the part of the sweet lover, of the cool partner, of she who takes all worries away
I will punch a hole into myself to make room for who you want
I will mold a replacement to fill the space, to make us whole
maybe then I'll be enough
maybe then I won't disgust you
maybe then the world won't crumble and I won't see it all so blue
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