Why is it that I was not enough?
Why is it that this is so tough?
Why is it that I can't breathe through your gaze?
Why is it that I can't help but think of better days?
Why is it that you seem to understand?
Why is it that I'm still afraid we would never really stand?
Why is it that you seem to be the only one who cares?
Why is it that you make me smile when no one else is there?
Why is it that I don't feel you would do this if you knew?
Why do I feel as though if I wasn't a mystery, it would change your view?
Why is it that you are on my mind all the fucking time?
Why is it that you want me to feel fine?
Why would you care?
Why would I?
Why would anyone want me alive?
Why are you so nice to me?
Why don't you see?
Why do I feel I am the only one that needs to be free?
Why can't I go and move on?
Why would you want me?
Why would you choose me?
I am nothing, you know? Why me?
I hate myself, I don't want to find a reason to live in you.
I don't want to find a reason to smile in yours
or a reason to breathe wrapped in your words
or a reason to plan just 'cause you held my hand.
I trusted before and it only hurt me
please don't ruin my mystery.
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Michele Hastings
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She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
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