who am i to love you?
not quite beautiful
not quite interesting
there are no stories written about girls like me
i live between the lines
the empty spaces that have no real meaning
just implication on who i could be
a sense of self so liquid im see-through
and i yearn for opacity
to know who i am and be happy with her
who am i to love you?
i give your silence more meaning than your words
reading the blank lines as if i will find myself in them
i wish to be poetry
at least then i'll be permanent and possibly beautiful
carefully handcrafted stanzas
written in black ink, shown on white paper
real
tangible
seen
who am i? do i love you?
or are you another inconsistent passage?
just a page in life-long story never read
a chapter in a book never published
so forgotten she would have never even sold
words so unimportant, you'll question why she was even written.
who am i to you?
do i deserve your presence?
with a moderately happy life and a plan for your future
the world loves you as i think that i do
everything we know about you is good
but me?
my mind commits treason daily,
reminding me of the hopeful lies she's made up
the life i supposedly live
where day is night and black is white
and there is no future
and my mind is confused on what is real
who am i.
*inspired by "LA who am i to love you?" by Lana Del Rey
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the night the stars fell - poetry collection
PoetryPLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD hallucinations depression anxiety self harm disordered eating in my experience feeling seen through works of writ...
