I am a complicated woman.
I frequently hold back my tears.
I frequently refuse to take a step forward.
I put others first too often.
I thought it was fair.
I thought I understand.
I thought you understand.
But it's just me and my imagination, right?
I am inflammable.
I hate it when things don't go my way.
I hate it when people gave me a silent treatment.
I hate it when people choose to run away from their problems.
Do you know me?
Hell, I don't even know who I am.
Do you need me?
If don't, stay the way out of me.
Do you love me?
Do I need an answer?
Words are stronger than body language,
do you even know?
I've been telling myself from day one,
that you could wreck my heart anytime you want,
that I could break my own heart in no time.
Did I listen? Fuck, no.
See?
I'm not part of your eagerness.
I'm bleeding.
I'm not yours to test.
I hurt so bad back then.
I fucked so many people that day.
I won't show you, I won't brag about it.
But, please, listen to me.
This is not your world only, love.
I live there.
Resurrect me,
for now I am lost in my own dreams.
Would you help me?
But you can't help yourself.
Fuck "ours",
I don't even know who the hell I am to you.
