half truth

I'm figuring out my mind
My reflex to supress what I want
You tell me
I like you
But my mind tells me things 
My impulses take me
Is it wrong
I'm tired of 
How do I value myself
How do I soul express
Tear it open for a little insight
Should I tell you you're weird
But that's ok
I like it
That I know I'm not important
But I could be
You don't know
That's ok
We might journey together through life meeting again one day
But I don't expect anything
And that's ok
Two seconds in a dream
We'll awake with a cold addiction 
Clawing at our throats
Squeezing half truths and pretty wishes from our lips of how we want reality to be
Is that ok?


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