I Cannot Make You

I am tired of acting as the pillow

that you so desperately need

over the damage that a stranger caused

making you suddenly rest upon me

clinging onto my exterior but never interior

feeling a heart that beats with personality

but still curious about what’s really inside

because you don’t know me.......

if I were gone tomorrow, would you cry?

what would be missed about me?

there would be no flashbacks to replay

I could be anyone, anytime, anywhere

a pillow dented in the shape of your head

you only benefit off of my self esteem

because you notice that it exceeds yours

I cannot make you want yourself

I cannot make you need yourself

I cannot make you love yourself