i laugh.what a fool i have been,
and so blinded by stories.
ways in which i feel sorrow for you,
and play in to such unfair schemes.
thinking i could be someone i am not,
someone you would care more for,
someone who i don't want to be.
molding myself in to a woman
that would be fit to be called your own.
watching your ways,
observing interests that seem important to you,
yet run parallel to me.
women who fit these molds,
girls who have squeezed their way in to you;
pouring all they have to light fire in your eyes.
how silly have i been.
letting days pass me by,
losing a recollection i once knew so well.
but i think sometimes,
when you've finally lessened my own self worth,
how awful are you?
to sit by and watch as you wave hearts from your face
like mosquitoes buzzing around your sweat filled brow.
better to be a fool in love,
than a fool running from it.
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