Sunday, March 20, 2016

Mascara Stained Sheets and White Lies

Maybe you weren’t ever there because you didn’t want to be; maybe you just couldn’t. Maybe you didn’t know how to make it up to us - how to be there every day working 9 to 5 just to keep the lights on when you were used to fighting and seeing the world as a means of keeping us safe.

I tell myself you’re not here today, being the person I always deserved because you just didn’t know how to be. That way I feel less unwanted and lonely on the days it’d be the nicest to have someone like you around. 

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