wrote you
a
pretty poem
who knows
how it will go
i dunno
i guess i'll love you through my tropes
i am a handful
and most insanely
battling
my brain
to be okay
with the food i eat
and the way others see me
i hate the things that want me
i don't understand them
but somehow i understand completely
i escape into a world where
many men and women
can love many boys and girls
i escape into a world
where it's okay to love myself
no matter what parts of
me change
maybe i should savor the taste
because someday i won't have the ability to trace
happy moments i wished i hadn't waste
i will savor this taste of freedom
perhaps i'll dial it down a bit
so i don't make myself sick
i want to savor the taste of your kiss
it'll be the best i've ever had
if i ever get to have a hold of it
i promise i won't let go of it
forgive my awkwardness
i just want to be your type
i just want to be the girl you like
but i also want to be me
and you like me for me
yeah that sounds...
right
love me, love eli, love yej, love d. love baby.
