Yesterday
A girl told me
I'm very emotional
And expected me
To take it
As an insult.
I refuse.
It's true
Some nights
I curse myself
For my ability to
Feel so much
Of everything.
Other nights
I lie awake
Just waiting for
Something
Anything to replace
The numbness.
And honestly,
I hate both of them.
But
It's good to laugh,
Sometimes
It's good to cry
And maybe
I take this
A little too far.
But that's me.
That human.
Life with the contrast
Turned up a bit.
Call me emotional.
Tell me I'm weak.
I will not be ashamed
Of being a person
And behaving accordingly.
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I Love You.
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