Just another girl
On another shelf
I love telling myself that I'm not wanted,
Because it gives me excuses to act like I'm not.
I love saying that all my dreams won't come true,
Because then I won't have to pursue them.
I love it that I remain just another girl on another shelf,
Because it gives me a chance to pretend that I'm blind.
I hate it that I have feelings,
They leave me both exhilarated and naked.
I hate it that I cannot read what people feel,
They almost always make me want to fall into their arms.
I hate it that I always care, and always know,
They remind me that I shall always be the one who loves-
Never really seeing,
Never really wanting,
Never really breaking through,
And never really holding
Something so close
That every beat of the heart can be heard, counted, cherished.