Her.
I get that she had qualities I perhaps could never attain She had an eye for art and her hands created images beyond the comprehension of us norma Folks Her sorrows were enchanting and seductive Her past decisions of self-destructions You had to have her Chaos and pain is all you knew and you were that to me You were my new addiction my trauma my art and my seduction of self destruction I had to have you but you didn’t want me
See My hands only provided warmth and comfort no art no photographs My qualities intimidated you but your rejection made me feel like I was nothing My voice only served to make you laugh My words were actions My childhood filled with quality love not quantity love I know I scared you when I said I cared When I looked you in the eyes and spilled my guts to you My pride was humiliated by me I stared at you like I found the meaning to love and surrender I am not her Simply Bc I love you