The life you desire doesn’t exist with me
It makes me sad I’m not the one for you
I’ve no desire to grow into something created for you
I’ve stepped away from the crowd
I spend nights on the outskirts of town
Contemplating the darkness within me
I’ve nothing to give but words on words
The only guarantee here is that the end is always near
The only promise I can give is that I will continue searching til my lids close and no longer open
Even then I hope the search continues
I’m not the one for you
I wasn’t placed on this planet for you
My place is separate and set apart from the rest
But I do hope to be wrapped up in you from time to time to ease the pains of constant shedding
But sometimes
I’m shedding you
-Saschia