Petrichor

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Today I chose badly,

I feel guilt

But I have to remember 
That although I am surprised

In regards to where I have ended up

These people are my friends
And I have much to be grateful for.

I am a white, middle class girl,
'Average' in every misconception of the word,
I can afford to be a vegetarian and 

Take hot showers
And buy nice books.

There are no flowers growing

Inside me, just words

Writing themselves.
I am unfathomably ugly
But try to cultivate my soul

I am messy-
I must be neater

I must practice
And I'll tell you a secret:
I've yet to have my first kiss.
I feel too old.
Someone take me

Because I am not who I am for me-
But for someone else, 

I have not yet met.

These are my unquiet thoughts.
Hear them hum.