I don’t want to have to chase someone
I don’t want to be who they settled for when they couldn’t have their number one
I want someone to pick me out of a crowd and go
It’s you
I want to be special to someone
But I don’t feel particularly special
I know I’m worthy of love
Or at least I’m telling myself that right now
But I don’t know if I’m worthy of the love I imagine in my fantasies
In my day dreams
Or the kind I imagined for myself in my psychosis
Something though
Cracks like thunder, but who knows what, echo out into the night
Just something
Because here I am again
It’s dark at 8 because the Sun is going away again and I’m alone
The day closes so quickly
And then quicker
How I dread those long night hours
In that place only I know
The place where I am
I want to share it with someone
I don’t want to look up at the sky alone anymore
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