My Friend, You've Got to Love Yourself.
Maybe I'm just another simple girl living in a complex world, or maybe it's the other way around, but who's to say who anyone is without taking the time to get to know them. For this to happen, first I must find myself. I'm a little bit of everything full of small nothings, that's what makes me who I am and no matter how rough things may get, in the end, I will always have poetry. (:
My Friend, You've Got to Love Yourself.
"How to love your depressed lover.
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again."
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"I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness."
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