Always the artist, never the muse
always the empath, that was just being used
always the epigraph, never the novel
always the clothing, never the model
always the poet, what if i wanna be the poem instead
i’m always being the friend, who is too stuck inside their head
always giving the second chances, never seeing them in return
I’m the expert they call up, when they wanna learn how to yearn
always the one waiting
but showing up to an empty room
always seeing other people as sunsets
when to them I’m just another afternoon
born to be the love interest, forced to be just the best friend
born to be the happy ending, forced to be just the end
always the writer, never being heard
always the letters, never the word
born to be the subject, forced to be behind the screen
born to understand, forced to ask „wait, what do you mean?“
always the heartbroken, how is that fair
born to be thoughtful, forced to ask „why weren’t you there?“
born to be calm, forced to be anxious instead
never the slow love, just the girl they wanted to get into bed
alway the understanding, never the understood
born to believe in love, forced to wonder why i still should
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