It wasn’t for me.
It was for their eyes to see.
A part of me that I don’t want to see.
A part of me that was molded by beliefs.
A part of me that drags the curtain open kicking and screaming.
They don’t see me.
They see what they want to see.
Why do I post selfies?
Haven’t y’all seen enough of me!?
Shit, I am not quite that pretty;
And my messages not all that inspiring.
Excuse me, as I feel the darkness within the choices I’ve made.
The boundaries I’ve used to play cops and robbers.
But a cop is no good without weapons;
And a robber has nothing to lose.
I fell hard.
Almost, departed from thee.
The one who can see;
The one who has never taken his eyes off of me.
xoxox, forgetful fairy