Wishful Self

your eyes tell everyone more than you think they tell them of your hardships and of your depressions and you give them something to feel for and every other freckle they see draws them to a new puzzle inside of you, giving them an intricate challenge to solve. there’s an aching feeling you leave for others, and it gives them a compulsion to venture inside of themselves because they saw your craving to do so for yourself. they see your lips relish not stealing that kiss when you know you desired it so greatly, so instead they see a hollowness in your cheeks, but it’s never really questioned because to them it means you’ve lived and you’ve had the effects of life being greedy and taking some back from you, but to them it signifies your strength instead of your weakness all everyone chooses to see in you is the satisfying side rather than the tormented or corrupt one. my girl, you give people a feeling of ecstasy and you leave them holding on to the bliss you had, leaving them wishing they had your callused hand to hold. you’re a euphoria to this sadistic race that we call humanity