No one loves you when you are average.
No one loves you when you are average.
That’s not to say you won’t love or be loved.
Everyone feels love at some point,
in some form or another.
It’s simply that you’ll never be in love
with someone who is just as profoundly enthralled as you are.
Love for someone average is a death sentence
that looms with no execution date.
Just an overall understanding you will lose one day,
and the person making that lethal injection
is the person you’ll sincerely want to love.
Love as a normal person is a poison.
It will infect you slowly
until one day it gives out. I fell in love a lot of times,
and to this day, I will tell you that no single person
has entered my life that I don’t love anymore.
What simplicity brings is complacency.
It entails a lifetime of praise for how well
you compromise and communicate that is riddled
with hidden agendas and resentment.
Growing up, it’s easy to think that the simple life lessons
we are taught are valued; truly maturing
is recognizing that is not true. I think deep down
I was always meant to play this small role.
Even in my own stories and life,
I became a stepping stone for those I loved
and those who attempted to love me back.
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