Please don't make me sad.
I know that I'm no good -
not at the things that are important to you -
but please,
don't make me sad.
I want to be good.
I want to be good, for you.
I want the sex to be amazing
and I want my nipples to be hard at the sight of you.
But they aren't.
I'm not magic.
I'm not perfect.
You tell me how you love parts of me.
You tell me how silly I am
and make fun of me...
it hurts though.
When I think about it,
I know you are only kidding.
I know you truly care,
but I wish you were romantic.
I wish you wanted my heart in a box.
I wish you wanted it for your own.
I wish you wanted to hold it there,
and stare into my eyes
... like that one time.
I want to be good for you,
do you feel the same for me, too?
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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