Sometimes I am a real douche, I’m just too immature to understand beauty . I am too slow to catch up, deficient in empathy, lacking in sensitivity.
Sometimes I am a actual unpleasant person.
Sometimes, when a light grows, it scares me. So, like a kid hiding behind her mothers legs, I bury myself beneath a stone barrier of disregard.
Push it all away.
Relief flows like water , until it becomes dark and taller than me. Then I am heavy and breathless with sadness.
Sometimes, I hate the girl I pretended to be.
I wish I could tell you, you are lasting to me, the boy with brown eyes.
I know you now.