what was in the box?

So then you'll never know me.

I am not the picture you painted - Monet..

Nor potential for you to waste.

Cheesin' keeps your eyes on me. Never could fit the frame.

You like to gaze as if I'm meant to melt under the glare but I was born for the focus. The glory.

I deserve giving you no more of me.

What I had was never enough for you

Time never mattered for you

Love wasn't the decision you made - I know that now.

Sorry to myself that I was.. 'too busy' reframing the truth to see it..

Every day a new mood with you, trying to be smoov with you

Get close and get shot down

"I love you,"

..BANG!

My reaction never as thunderous as the pain

always louder than the shot

They come running to make sure you're okay.

Sorry to myself for the impact, close range

- in fact - you'd say

No pain valid enough for me to feel.

"Enough." I "feel too much,"

It's real enough.. when all you're used to feeling is ...