A good time – that’s all that I am. Some girl who’s a constant people pleaser and someone who neglects themselves to not stir up things. Everyone knows my struggles and yet they can’t help themselves but take what they can – and leave. Another game, another night. She’ll be alright, right? She’s not your responsibility. She chooses her poison. Let her drown.
Walk-in and out of her like she’s some holiday home. You know her weakness, yet you can’t help but take what you can. So much to take and so little to give. She’s never going to ask for more. How convenient. The perfect girl to keep playing your games with. You hold her in your arms and tell her you to love her and you’d never intentionally hurt her – but that doesn’t negate the fact that you do. Over and over. She pushes you away but you can’t stop yourself from pulling her back in, because she’s just there – right? Yours to take and leave as you please.
If you dare to love, have also the courage to dignify that very love.
She Was Sea 