The things that happen to you, won't happen to me
And that's okay
At some point I realized that people don't like girls like me
Not in the usual way
People don't see me and think I'm pretty
And I don't blame them
I don't think I'm pretty either
Which is fine
Except for when it's 4 AM
And I just read a novel about lovers
And I'm smiling like an idiot
Until I'm not
Until I realize that it will never be me
And that I'm a second choice
And that that's okay
Until it's not
YOU ARE READING
Open Palms
PoetryA book of hopefully less angsty poems than my previous one, "From the Heart". Don't worry, they're still mostly sad. *** Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi
