You are presented with the same circumstance, he says a thing or two to make you happy.
You feel happy, secure. He forgets,you cry.
When your older this has happened already, you have fallen dusted off the wounds and stood up once again.
Now when he says things like ' Be free from the weekend, we need to hangout'. Temporary bouts of happiness knock your door. You feel wanted. But you don't forget that this is a big deal for you, not him. He says this to too many girls. Kisses a lot of them. Gives a lot of them that mushy feeling.
He adds you on instagram, but doesn't care about your existence. You are just somebody to him.
When your older you know to know better. Keep yourself safer. You work towards protecting yourself.
People will change the ones who you thought as your own will secretly make fun of you, even despise you.
They will come close, know all your secrets and attack the most vulnerable parts of you.
When your older, you are willing. Willing to take it all, the insults, the heartbreaks, the pain, the humiliation because you have seen it once. You have worked though it. You know your way.
You don't put yourself out there. You be your own best friend.
Because you have no body but you. You are responsible for your own well-being.
A prince charming doesn't exist. You find your own damn shoe-maker to make you glass shoes.
And love? You learn to love yourself.
You feel happy, secure. He forgets,you cry.
When your older this has happened already, you have fallen dusted off the wounds and stood up once again.
Now when he says things like ' Be free from the weekend, we need to hangout'. Temporary bouts of happiness knock your door. You feel wanted. But you don't forget that this is a big deal for you, not him. He says this to too many girls. Kisses a lot of them. Gives a lot of them that mushy feeling.
He adds you on instagram, but doesn't care about your existence. You are just somebody to him.
When your older you know to know better. Keep yourself safer. You work towards protecting yourself.
People will change the ones who you thought as your own will secretly make fun of you, even despise you.
They will come close, know all your secrets and attack the most vulnerable parts of you.
When your older, you are willing. Willing to take it all, the insults, the heartbreaks, the pain, the humiliation because you have seen it once. You have worked though it. You know your way.
You don't put yourself out there. You be your own best friend.
Because you have no body but you. You are responsible for your own well-being.
A prince charming doesn't exist. You find your own damn shoe-maker to make you glass shoes.
And love? You learn to love yourself.
