I am just a girl.
I don't want to play your fantasy.
I want something real.
Something ugly and messy.
Something that doesn't run away because it doesn't like whose staring back in the mirror.
I am not a fantasy.
There's cat hair on my couch and dirty clothes on my floor.
I feel sad when people don't want to talk to me anymore.
I feel angry when my body is used to fill someone's void.
I don't want to be anyone else.
I want to be the crazy girl I am.
And I don't want someone who doesn't like who I am.
I don't want to be pushed away because I make your heart scream.
It's not my fault the affect I have on you is ecstasy.
That's just how my eyes are.
I am not your fantasy.
I don't believe in words.
The consistent inconsistency of waning emotion.
Your feelings may leave you, your thoughts betray you.
But I will still be here.
As I am.
Unapologetic.
Running from nothing.
Always acting on behalf of the cries of my heart.
Because living in feigned indifference would be too grey.
I am not a drug.
Even if I do make you high.
Cravings come and go.
What I am is permanent.
I am in your skin.
I dance in your heart.
When you close your eyes you see my face.
And I will never
Ever
Disappear.
I am a part of who you're scared to be.
I am not your fantasy.
I am your only reality
Where complacency is shattered.
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