Channel: 《 Nyx Thinks 》
I'm a wretched thing.
Alive yet incomplete,
Soft in the wrong places.
I'll plead for warmth
yet neglect embrace,
a paradox
I can't erase.
My hands will pull
you close all night,
then push away
at morning light.
My words are bright,
my smiles are wide,
a golden mask
I wear with pride.
When you touch my hand,
you'll feel the shake,
a fragile heart
about to break.
Here I stand,
my soul on fire,
all smoke and mirrors,
I'm just a liar.
So I ask of you;
do not fall in love,
just let me be,
I'm the architect
of my own misery.
#Atuneofbrokenhearts #HID
Alive yet incomplete,
Soft in the wrong places.
I'll plead for warmth
yet neglect embrace,
a paradox
I can't erase.
My hands will pull
you close all night,
then push away
at morning light.
My words are bright,
my smiles are wide,
a golden mask
I wear with pride.
When you touch my hand,
you'll feel the shake,
a fragile heart
about to break.
Here I stand,
my soul on fire,
all smoke and mirrors,
I'm just a liar.
So I ask of you;
do not fall in love,
just let me be,
I'm the architect
of my own misery.
#Atuneofbrokenhearts #HID
They said "supporting role"
like it wasn’t a death sentence.
Like I didn’t lie awake
praying for one shot,
a single chance
to prove my bones
weren’t made of your leftovers.
To prove I wasn't just there
to elevate you.
To prove my own worth.
____
I’ll rewrite the story
in my own handwriting.
Next season,
they’ll chant my name
till your trophies
gather dust.
#OC #draft
like it wasn’t a death sentence.
Like I didn’t lie awake
praying for one shot,
a single chance
to prove my bones
weren’t made of your leftovers.
To prove I wasn't just there
to elevate you.
To prove my own worth.
____
I’ll rewrite the story
in my own handwriting.
Next season,
they’ll chant my name
till your trophies
gather dust.
#OC #draft
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