dont look down on her

because i am still here,

i am the one to blame

i am so indebted to her

dont look down on her,

cuz i am i so much better than her.



how much more do you want me to be?

how much more prettier,

how much more kinder,

how much more sociable

how much more knowledgeable,

how much more proper, clean, holy, pure, untouched

do you want me to get,

because i would do anything for you

i would become miss world universe twice for you
even if it takes me 50 years.

how can i make you realise how awesomely easy my replies are to?
how can i make you relate to what i make for you.
this is not a show. this is how much i am willing to take to meet you on equal levels.

would you be kinder if you knew i was in love?
would you.. if i had brought my latest interest?

would you know how much i did
was forced, and accepted so

just

because

I Love You?

i would never love you as much as even my small muses now,
but you mean so much that i need so much to save you,
can you.. not slip away, not kill me, not slaughter my little wishes
because i really ONLY want to save you. and not myself

because i realise,
in the end, i am so much more better than you.

but i never deny you are prettier in so many senses.


angst,

is an implication of purity, i need to tell you that i drank, and i know that you

need to do this,

but i sincerely doubt your whys.