Don’t cheat on me. I wouldn’t know how to take it.
I’m loud, self-assured, overbearing at times. At least that’s how people know me. But when you start to fall in love with me, I become vulnerable. I slowly burn down that red brick wall and behind it I let you see an ocean of frailties.
Feel the sand on your feet and listen to the waves crashing. They tell you that sometimes, especially on weekends, I don’t like to shower. But that’s okay, you still find it cute. Start swimming and you’re going to step on a few corals. They let you know about a few white lies I tell people to get away with things. You gently scold me, but that’s it. Swim further and you’ll feel the big yet silent waves carrying your weight back to the shore. They let you recognize the towering level of conceit…
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