You said those three words to me tonight
"I love you"
But before you do, there are a few things you should know.
Because I
am not the perfect girl I appear to be
and I want you to be prepared.
I have cobwebs growing between the spaces of my ribs
and I have scars that may never go away
that each have a story to go with them
There are parts of me that have only been touched by blades
And my mouth tends to turn down
more often than it turns up.
I keep my eyes to the ground so that no one can see that my soul
tends to bleed out from the corners.
My heart is riddled and torn
infected with the bitterness of good intentions
gone horribly wrong
I'm wounded
I'm a lot like broken poetry
I don't flow smoothly
or rationally
I'm pretty much a giant mess,
tangled and cracked.
So let me ask you, now that you've been warned
Are you prepared to fall in love
with such a broken girl?
(e.b)
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Deadly Games
PoesíaPoems about depression, failed relationships, and other mental illnesses.