She walks around,
Head hanging low.
Sleeves pulled down,
Past her wrists.
She feels ashamed of herself,
Feels broken,
Dirty,
Disgusting,
And stupid.
Throughout her entire life,
This one guy,
Told her
"You're not broken,
You're just looking,
Searching,
Yearning for help.
Let me be yours and I'll help you.
I'll hold you when you're upset,
Kiss you when you want to cry,
And love you when you hate yourself."
Unfortunately,
She fought back.
She didn't let him in,
She pushed him away and broke his heart.
And she went off with another guy.
A guy who broke her heart,
A guy who never truly cared,
And still,
She falls for a new guy.
But this one she swears is different.
The way he looks at her says it all.
They whisper gently and lovingly,
"You're not okay;
You're perfect.
You're not what I want,
You're what I need.
You're not pretty,
You're stunningly beautiful.
You're not broken, baby,
No,
You're not broken.
You never were,
And if you had been,
I'd love you so much all those broken pieces,
Well,
They'd just get back together.
Don't say you're you're broken,
Cuz you're not.
I will treat you like a princess,
Show you what it's like to be in love with the right guy,
I promise,
I won't break you.
Just come over here,
And be mine."

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It's Nothing [BEING EDITED]
PoetryDelving into the darkest parts of my mind, It's Nothing has 100 poems not suited for the faint of heart. Mature subjects are played with, suggested, and explicitly stated.