do you think i'm pretty?

she’s been romanticising reality, the only way she

knows to seize control again.

and you didn’t hear this from her, but she’s been

worrying, about you, even though you

swear there’s nothing to worry about.

it’s easy for you to say.

but just between you and i,

it’s fear of the unknown,

that’s what really does a person in.

there’s a million different ways to tell a person

you love them

and i’ve heard you say

some of them

without saying anything at all

but she’s been romanticising her past

to make up for all the time she’s wasted in

shitty relationships.

you’d praise me for letting go of something toxic.

they’re all so eager for change until they realize they’re the ones being left behind

but that doesn’t matter anymore.

she’s changed herself a hundred times

to be the person everybody wants

sometimes it’s a lot easier to pretend

than it is to accept.

don’t mind me, i’m terribly impulsive

and i’ll follow you into the desert

without batting an eye.

don’t leave me alone out here,

i’m terribly passive and i’d starve to death

before asking a stranger for food.

she daydreams a lot,

it’s rather embarrassing but she’s too

afraid to tell you she likes you.

sometimes when you sleep, i stay awake and

watch you tunnel underneath the sheets

even when you’re pale and sleepy

you look lovely

she falls asleep in a nest of blankets

and never has bad dreams