It is a beautiful compromise. This is where your hurt & self hate marry you're prettiest smile & wildest aspirations.
Words of wisdom and affirmation slip between the cracks while the negative glances and painful silences quickly dissolve the small traces of hope. The monster in your dreams turns out to be the reflection in store windows
It's hard to discern exactly how to breathe when straddling this line. There is an uncertainty & mystery that is infused with promise
There is so much of you that desires to be demanded. To put a price or value on a person is a strange concept. That's just the thing, if you're too busy trying to define what would be a fair trade for your heart, then the real value is hidden.
We dance around the idea of "unique". For so long we search for an identity. We yearn for the feeling wanted.
It's a scary feeling, an uncertain rush. Heart beat's rapid, thoughts jumping and sweaty hands.
It's a compromise after all. It's a blind date; it's a surprise party.
Intentions are mostly pure, results are always different
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