Apr 23
oh, she’s such a hypocrite
that tough exterior she wears in front of him like he means nothing
and yet— here she is, pouring out thousands of words all of them somehow belonging to him
he’ll never know this was always his page
but she still writes so at least somewhere, someone knows how deeply she felt
she has no one but him and all he does is push her away
so you ask her—why the walls?
she’ll say she’s afraid afraid of losing herself to him again
because even if he’s her everything she refuses to become just another girl he laughs about just another story for his friends