Because words are all I have...
I have never asked to be described as the epitome of goodness. I do not enjoy being classified as the good one. I have my own flaws. I have my own monsters. I deal with them every day. I deal with them every passing moment. For God's sake don't label me "too good to be true".Because I'm not.
I'm just another girl. With feelings. With a heart. I am just another human being. I make mistakes. Sometimes I move on. Sometimes I get stuck. Sometimes I mistake attraction as love. Sometimes I love so much it hurts. Sometimes I give up on precious things too easily. Sometimes I hold on too tight.
I go silent when not required. I talk too much when unnecessary. I ask irrelevant questions. I demand answers that aren't my right to know.
I am as insecure as hell. Yet I thrive on confidence. Don't alienate me as the "good one".
I am just another girl. Imperfect. Flawed. Human. Don't put me on a pedestal. Don't make me difficult to love.
I'm just another girl. With feelings. With a heart. I am just another human being. I make mistakes. Sometimes I move on. Sometimes I get stuck. Sometimes I mistake attraction as love. Sometimes I love so much it hurts. Sometimes I give up on precious things too easily. Sometimes I hold on too tight.
I go silent when not required. I talk too much when unnecessary. I ask irrelevant questions. I demand answers that aren't my right to know.
I am as insecure as hell. Yet I thrive on confidence. Don't alienate me as the "good one".
I am just another girl. Imperfect. Flawed. Human. Don't put me on a pedestal. Don't make me difficult to love.
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