She's beautiful,
In every sense of the word.
She's kind,
And she's got things figured out.
I have never been beautiful,
Just pretty at times.
I do not have things figured out
Not at all.
I'm fucked up,
In every way that you can think of.
So I guess I understand
Why you always choose her in the end.
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.