She-
She is terrible to those who love her.
She gives good advice, seems balanced-headed and she is excruciatingly tolerant with people who don’t matter.
She constantly thinks she is not good, she is too good and then she is neither.
She thinks she should cry and then she thinks why.
What is she looking for, what is she missing and what will complete her.
She does not know what keeps her away from love, what makes her busy for people who care
and what makes her yearn for something more.
She does not know what it is that has made her this way,
that has made her believe the existence of such sins is in her core.
She wishes she loved overtly towards those who care as she feigns excitement at those who don’t.
She doesn’t know how to stop pretending, when to act real and not to believe everything around her.
She wishes she could just stop and not let life ruin her, and let happy moments protect her.
He-
He has to get down from the pedestal that reaches into something immaterial, impossible,
and make himself comfortable on the ground, where his loves are,
where his feet belong.
Something he has not quite figured out yet.
He is not an obnoxious person who is full of imitation.
He is incapable of such sins.
He does not know if what he is doing is good or bad.
He does not speak as you and I do, he thinks in lyrics and he imagines in film.
He is tortured, in an unflattering way, reduced to a lump of self-doubt and nagging guilt.
They-
They feel their change, they feel as if they are losing their grip,
on who they are.
She wished she loved more. He wished he cared more.
They don’t know how to not let this alienness engulf them. It is strangely unbecoming and comforting.
They are tired.
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I found this stashed away in my private folder- I wrote this ages ago.
VS
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