loves me, perceives me
but her self-deprecating sense of vanity
is driving me closer to semi-insanity
remains a mystery, never stultifying eye
but can’t seem to figure out what he really feels
and leaves me wondering if what anyone feels, is really even real?
choose maturity and rise above irrelevance
but also can’t figure out what i need
and let myself be trod on until i shatter, others are oblivious to the way i bleed.
he, she, & i