I am not plan B or C or K or Z. I am not a road you take because you were hesitant to go to the one you want or because the other way didn’t work out. Don’t you dare let my name spill from your lips when it’s 3 am and someone took the alcohol away from your mouth. I am not just another shot of vodka.
I am not a glow-in-the-dark star you could put on your bedroom ceiling to substitute the stars outside your window. I am not those things you could light up just because you are afraid of the dark and to be left alone at night. Can’t you see? I will never be that someone who’d give you light. I am full of darkness; I can consume and burn you.
I am not a DVD player that you can insert films into when it’s late at night and you need to replay memories. I am not a poster you can hang on your wall just so it’s not bare and dull. I am not a piece of paper that you can crumple and expect to be the same again.
I am not a shower to substitute the feel of the rain on your skin. I am not someone who’ll clean up every mess you’ve made. I am not a sponge that would leave you dry because every time you turn your back, I drown and get soaked.
I am not an artificial flower bought to replace a real rose. I am not a cigarette you can light up so I could fill up your lungs when someone leaves you gasping for air. I’m a damn TNT, so be careful where you place your lighter. Can’t you see? I am destructive; I can light you on fire and make you burn.
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