Morning light, by Elioth Gruner
Fija

Hollywood My Dear You Ruined Us

This Poem is just a closure that Love of mine will not be the Hollywood Music Type.

I am not Amy Winehouse who forgives you but wears Black,

I am not Rihanna who likes the way you lie,

I am also not Ariana who waste her diamond tears for you,

Nor I am Miss Taylor Alison Swift who wrote love story about you and sang it in front of a billion people,

And I can’t wear that red dress and glitter eyes and let you play with me like a child cause honey I don’t like cigarettes and I am not Lana Del Rey,

No I am not Billie who calls you her boy and wanna keep you like a hostage,

And for not an instance I am Miss Rodrigo who drive through Surburs and
Cry alone....

Oh No I am not lady of Gold and Black who can wait for you in the dark, I am not Adele,

Thu I am not Selena as well, I am not gonna loose myself to love you,

And no I am not Lipa who would take you to galaxies,

And also my heart is in  my chest it’s not in Havano, so I am not Camilia,

Cause darling I am me, I would love you, care for you, I’ll keep my breath and beats sync to yours and I’ll look into your eyes until I see your soul through them
and I’ll call you by my name but I’ll never call you mine and never tell you that I love you.

I’ll respect you, accept you as you are treat you as my precious cat,
I’ll be by your side dusk till dawn, and I’ll save my life time to live with you and will catch flying blessings for you,  and I’ll be like how you wanted me to and I’ll color myself blue black grey any shade that matches your soul too.

But honey I’ll be this if I able to love you or loved you, so you need to come through the dark of my mind, rough of my time, closure of my heart and cracks of my ribs....

Would you accept the ugliest scariest and most crazy horrible parts of me?
Are you willing to accept that scared abused  girl under the table?
Are you willing to share your lifetime happiness, sadness and home with me?
And are you willing to see me suffer and survive and surrender down the road?
And are you willing to buy me anti-depressants when ever I need them?
And would you be able to be myside in my therapy sessions?

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