Please hear me when I say
that I’m not ready.
I’m not looking for a hero
or a saviour
and even if I was,
you can’t save me anyway.
I’ve had enough of silly boys
claiming to see light in me – you don’t,
you see the light I still hold for someone else
and you think that you can grab at it.
You think you can just climb on top
of all the years I built with him
You know nothing.
There’s a difference between loving me
and loving how I make you feel,
don’t mistake the two.
You are nothing.
And you are not the first.