If you could see past the crazy
The anxiety,
The depression,
The bipolar disorder,
If it wouldn't have consumed most of me,
Occupy all of my personality.
If you could look past the sadness,
Broken pieces
E m p t i n e s s
You might see an actual girl
You might know that I'm a hopeless romantic,
That I'm ticklish under my arms and feet,
I like my hair played with,
I have a birthmark on my stomach,
And my favorite colors purple
I hate dirty laundry and doing dishes
I love the smell of gasoline and cut grass
I'm terrified of water,
But you see,
Guys don't fall in love with sad girls.
YOU ARE READING
if you're reading this..
Poetryin the dirt, rubble, and dust, a human emerged with cuts and bruises. I asked her why she was so beat up, and she said replied "in the end, life fucks us all."
