Soul

What can I say?

My heart is prone to stupid heroics.

With a brush full of emotional bullshit,

I try to paint over the morose with beautiful words.

I have made an art form out of overestimating my significance in others’ lives.

I make time for the people that matter to me

and get so damn hurt when they don’t reciprocate.

Every single time.

And I never learn.

I “paint” words with my pain.

I hope no one sees through it.

Stubborn. Oversensitive. Unrealistic. Loser.

What can I say?

This is me.