Borrowed voice for words I couldn’t express 🌹 #poetry# #爱意诗集# ———— I’m afraid that people only ever like the idea of me And once they get to know it They start to imagine who to better see And then start seeing other people They go off to explore They meet me but aren’t satisfied And then leave in the pursuit of more It’s always happened It’s like watching night turn to day It’s gotten too predictable I can’t quote what they’re gonna say Something about how nice I am The classic “you deserve better” — it’s true Something about how lucky anyone would be To have somebody like you And I get this sudden feeling A horrible, nauseous déjà vu “I think we’d be better off as friends” That one’s a classic, tried and true And for a second I hate myself I dissect everything I could have done wrong For a minute I replay their words Like my new least favorite song Then I start to think about it I write poetry for fun I cry at sappy books Lift up my glass to cheers at the sun Anyone would be lucky I love an uppercase and bold I’m the type to offer a blanket If I see you suddenly get cold For a second I hate myself But I love the way that I cook I found the recipes you liked I was gonna group them in a book I delete lists from my phone Of all the favorite things I start to think about it I don’t think I was made for flings I’m afraid that people will only like The idea they’ve made of me Instead of trying to love the person I’ve tried so hard to be… I’ve worked so hard to be.