a rant.
makes me wanna run away and crash into your arms.
makes me wanna remain hidden in a place only you'll know.
place you'll keep me safe and entertained,
no tears, no forced smiles, no suppressed thoughts.
no insecurities picked out, no comparisons drawn.
i'll be enough, my feelings will be valid.
complex emotions and heartfelt explainations won't be stifled by the crass words of "relax".
when i've seen how she can soothe others, it cuts deeper.
my experiences and opinions are a rude inconvenience.
my take on things don't matter because they need to be the way she sees it.
i need to hang around because it's what everyone else does.
i should stay a while longer, the bride hasnt changed her dress yet.
why don't i like weddings, all the girls i grew up with are here.
she wouldn't understand. if i told her they were bullies she'd make excuses for them.
how easily the excuses come when its in defence of someone other than me.
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