Mirror - 1 - Cat - 0

Mirror - 1 - Cat - 0

The happy moments are in vain
When the most part is pain
I know the world is bigger than that
And you're just a small piece
Too small to see
Yet, too big to hold
But, hey, you still free.

You can complain when you don't
If they cut your magical wings
Please, don't let them cut the strings
Those ones who give you control
And lead the path to your soul

No one will take away your freedom,
No one will share the words that you promised
If someone does, just scream the words
That they gave you once

Don't be afraid,
I'm here to hold your hand
No matter what life brings
She knows what I can stand

If they complain, make them understand
That words mean more to you than accions.
Make them see that you're still holding the broken strings,
You're still depending from the cut wings,
And you just don't give up on things

I’m not cute. I’m not pretty. I’m not beautiful. I’m not gorgeous. I’m not stunning. I’m not hot. I’m not sexy. I’m not attractive. I’m not a model. I’m not good at almost everything. I love(!) hugs, I like kisses. Maybe I’m not romantic. I have problems about showing my real feelings, so I can’t do it right, unless I’m sure you want to be with me. I probably suck. I’m probably useless. I’m not fucking perfect, so I’m sorry if I disappointed you.

You still yourself. Just don’t turn into a copy. I’m not feeling ok right now, I miss you like fucking freaking damn hard. I wanna hold you. I wanna touch you. I wanna kiss and hug you. It’s not about me, it’s about us. I tried to save us but I wasn’t good nor strong enough. I feel useless. I want you. You don’t want me. I want US back. Do you? Do you ever miss me? Do you ever remember of me? Think of me? Miss my kisses, my hugs, my hand, my words…? I miss your hello’s and your I love you’s.

Everything changes. You change. She changes. He changes. You still the same, but that doesn’t mean you still act the same way. You are stronger; but you still weak. You are smarter; but still dumb. You are quicker; but still slow. You keep smiling, but still sad.

Real Fears.

You're not scared of the dark;
you're scared of what's in it.
You're not afraid of heights;
you're afraid of falling.
You're not afraid of the people around you;
you're just afraid of rejection.
You're not afraid to love;
you're just afraid of not being loved back.
You're not afraid to let go;
you're just afraid to accept the reality that he's gone.
You're not afraid to try again;
you're just afraid of getting hurt for the same reason.

I will not be here when you reach for me. I'm done. I've waited for so long and now it's time for me to leave. We both had fun. Now it's just over. We have nothing; we never did.