I am, the troll that’s tucked under the bridge
I am, the star of this sunken stage
I am, the admired guardian of this city
I am, a guest in all those memories
I am, the result of their pure passion
I am, full to the brim with hesitation
I am, going to be here for you long after you leave
I am, trying to hold onto what I believe
I am, hiding from the onslaught of judgement
I am, concerned with all of this attachment
I am, scared I might be stuck
I am, happier than I look
I am, trying my best to love myself
I am, noticing all of your perfect details
I am, lost and lonely at times
I am, trying to ignore these constructed confines
I am, conflicted with the consequences of what could be
I am, surrounded by the dust of all these dead dreams
I am, sincerely hoping you come back
Please come back. You’re not coming back.
I am, hurt but will endure
I am, all of this and so much more.
This makes me sad but I love it ❤
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Being able to feel all of these things can surely be bittersweet in the best way possible. ☺️
Thanks for taking the time to give this a read, I definitely appreciate it.
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