The worst part, is that you don't realise your worth.
You think i'm made for you when in reality, you're the sunlight seeping through the leaves of the forest while i'm just the tree.
You're the sunlight whose light attempts to light the whole soil while i'm the tree which inevitably blocks you from them, while selfishly absorbing all of you in my system.
You're the sunlight whose heat warms the needy while i'm the tree that dies with your touch.
I thought you were the only thing I needed until I realise; I can't grow with your presence alone.
You think i'm suited for you when in reality, you are worth so much more.
I'm like a rock that scars your fine pressed carbon.
I'm the blade that imprints your delicate skin.
I'm like the hoe that unevens your fine ground.
I'm the bullet that shatters your glass shields.
The best part, is that you don't realise your worth.
Because that's the only way I can ever own you.
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