Weakness

I really hate your weakness. I tried to eat it all inside out, throw it up as a feeling to make you stronger, but it didn´t work. I kept some of it in me. I became weaker. I cried it out yesterday and today I´m putting it into words. Such ugly words. You are the only one to blame. And for some moments I thought it was me! How could I become so ridiculous? Now I realize I´m not what you need. You need someone as weak as you. Not more. Not less. You need the same. You need to believe in the illusion of love. And you need someone who also believes. Someone boring. Far away of being special. Because you can´t handle special. It flies away. It has spirit. It kisses you as you have never kissed anything before. It shouts at you so that you can wake up from your boring life. It is not and never will be stuck. Today I realize, I am not sorry at all. You should thank me for giving you some of it. Go boring.