Inversion

I thought it was love, but it was really self hate.

Inverted.

Flowers are supposed to sprout, not pout.

The only thing that was growing was a lie.

The sky is underneath me because the only way to support myself is to fly.

Inversion everything contradicted.

You didn’t infiltrate my body, but you got into my head. ( but I trapped you inside my mind )

You sat with my heart like no one else ever did.

I thought I chose you, but really I didn’t gave my self any other option.

That’s not love.

I’m not sure what it is.

I thought I did everything right, but really I was completely wrong.

Walking in life... making others feel accepted

When I didn’t even know myself.

Forgiving you for my regrets

My truths always lead me to uncertainty

Your truths I believed and lead me to here... nowhere.