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?