metaphorgirl

i’m not who i once was; dedicated. flirtatious. inspiring. i’ve shrunk myself back down, small enough to disappear. small enough to be forgotten. the rage within me is swelling and i am overwhelming my need to be loved. i feel like a motherless child, begging for mercy, longing to be held. i blame myself for the inadequacy, as if you’re perfect yourself. i’m a blue screen—a void. you’re a green screen—endless possibilities. i guess that’s all we’ll ever be, colours and unfulfilled desires.