I understand.
She’s better.
I’m broken,
She’s whole.
She learns from her experiences,
But I have to go through the same thing twenty times before it gets through my head.
She’s tall, blonde, and skinny.
I’m, well me.
She’s the better choice.
She’s better for you,
I would just make you crazy.
Well it’s okay,
I can take care of myself.
Go,
Be happy.
I’ll be fine.
Someday.
