My poetry book

typical girl

It was never easy to accept myself

cause no one ever showed me how to

and I guess even after all is gone,

even after everything's going okay,

I still find it hard sometimes

because I'm not your typical girl.

You won't find me at a party,

you probably won't find me at the mall

shopping with my friends,

cause I've always been that girl

you find in an old store

or the city library

maybe even in the hidden part of the park

with my head low and headphones on.

Because the dark attracts me

the old fascinates me

music warms me up

and I find comfort in nostalgic places.

I study people's movements

as they go on with their busy lives,

their eyes tired and shoulders down

and I wonder if this is all life's supposed to be

running around

catching heartbreaks

and swimming in fear.

But then I go back to my book,

back to those old melodies

and the beanie hanging low on my hair,

and I smile as your text hits my phone

and I remember why I left fear and heartbreak behind