I am, I am, I am... What am I? it seems easier to say what I'm not. I'm not a prefect girlfriend, and I'm not a bitch. But I don't always have the right words to say to you. I am a girl trying to be a woman, trying to grow wings and let go of my training wheels. I am a waitress, a starving seeking artist. I am someone who cares so deeply for everyone in my life, sometimes especially those who don't deserve the love. I am hurt and broken but trying to enter the world again with open arms and a big heart. i am a woman who loves women, but I melt when I see the way his bones make him a man. i have trouble remembering, but i never really forget. i hold on to love as long as i can even when the pain is unbearable. and sometimes i need the pain to feel alive. i am a girl who needs attention and cant understand why thats so hard.
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