If you asked me what I loved.
Poetry and hot tea.
Wet hair and Rosie cheeks.
Snapchat stories from old bullies.
Talking to people who I know can't respond.
Bunny onesies and passifiers.
Long nights and short days.
Science teachers that care when they shouldn't.
Foster moms that know you're hurting but don't run when they hear you cry.
Foster dads that make you believe they care and then ask you why your room isn't clean.
I love the way people believe that love exists .
I love boys that cheat on their wives and have the nerve to apoligize.
I love how my eyes feel when my glasses are on the way my feet feel when the floor is cold.
I love the way 13 year old daddy's girls feel when their dad dies .
I love the way December comes around so fast
I love the way paper feels when you've written in pen on the other side of it.
I love how you wake up to your best friend texting you your name in all caps repetivley.
I love how your ex bestfriend messages you on Facebook and calls you fat when you're already crying.
I love the way pain feels when it's scraping across your wrists .
I love the way the word love sound when you say it in the cold.
I love how time passes, I love the way you feel when you're crying and the suns out . I love the way you feel when you have a flashback and cry yourself to sleep because people expect you to forget but you relive it everyday and I LOVE . I LOVE.
I love the way my tears dry when I put words on paper.
The way that candles smell when you're crying.
The way someone you love can smile and the whole world is happy again.
I love all things horrible. Therefore I love Myself.
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