there's a girl I love
and she's beautiful.
I like to listen to her voice notes because
sometimes,
when paced just right,
the sound of her voice
is comfort to my ears.
I make her read poetry to me.
I like to scroll through her photos,
the ones in which she's smiling
just the right amount.
I look at them for a beat
until I feel better.
I like to look at her from a distance
laughing with strangers,
being kind to them
when they were never kind to her.
I admire her warmth.
she is beautiful
but
she is far from perfect.
she still finds it hard to
love herself in first person.
she only lives in extremes,
shifts from
narcissism to
extreme self-hatred
in a matter of lines.
she forgives but
never forgets,
especially the person
she used to be.
she's far from perfect
but everyday,
foolishly,
she tries her best to be—
i try my best to be.
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Words Unsaid
PoetryA collection of my poems about love, crushes, depression, feeling lonely and pretty much all the emotions I go through as an angsty teenager :P Hope you enjoy! I've been adding to this book since I was 15 (I'm 21 now). The poems get better as the b...
