my darling, i’m not for you
when you tell me you want to know how to fit in with the others
or how to put your dreams all tidy in a box for them
my darling, i’m not for you
when you want to be like me, copying my every move in hopes of the same result
do you really want to retread all my heartaches, anyway?
my darling, my sweet, i am not for you
when you don’t know what you want, and think there’s a magic shortcut i found
that my tears, and all my fears, aren’t real.
p.s. my darling, i’m not for you
when you think your harsh words thrown over the fence without a signature will hurt me
the paper just becomes fuel for the fire of me learning to love me, and you