Íntimo

I feel comfortable saying it's over
What hurts us doesn't hit the other
And what comes next
The guilt of having sustained, felt everything for two
I was taught to swallow my tears
In these, I almost drowned
I grew up in lies and finding it beautiful
Wanting to be someone I don't even know
If I would be a fan
The example I had at home
The path I confess I never wanted to take
Despite knowing what's right
There's a bad side that makes you want to follow
There, I asked
Not to fall into that temptation
Of wanting to be for others without knowing who they are
They denied me comfort, I know
I grew up wanting approval
Now the meaning of when I tried to exist
In stories that had nothing to do with me
Maybe that's it
That idea doesn't match
The math doesn't add up
I didn't question
And if there were rules
I ended up breaking them when I wrote this