You and your words, obsessed with your legacy
Your sentences border on senseless
And you are paranoid in every paragraph
How they perceive you
You, you, y o u
I’m erasing myself from the narrative
The world has no right to my heart
The world has no place in our bed
They don’t get to know what I said
I’m burning the memories
Burning the letters that might have redeemed you
You forfeit all rights to my heart
You forfeit the place in our bed
I hope that you burn
the song burn reminds me of myself
i yell at myself for being solely focused on my future and the legend ill leave behind and i know its unhealthy and dangerous but guess what haahahha i keep doing it anyway
i distance myself from other people because i dont want them to get attached to me and then ill never be around because ill be busy
a fourth of me wants to settle down and live a normal quiet life and the other three quarters wants to leave behind a legend worthy of a hero //but thats improbable not impossible
idk man im just super indecisive and confused
so this is sort of a vent from me @ myself