She's vulnerable, she's fragile, she's one heartbreak away from total collapse.
She's timid at first, but too clingy to last
She's everything imaginable, all at once, all the time.
She laughs too loudly, she smiles too wide.
she's funny and sweet
but also broken and crying
She loves like you wouldn't believe
Only far too easily
She's perfectly affectionate
until its smothering
She's patient and caring
But she's also obsessive and crazy
She's too much
don't worry, she knows
there's nothing you can say about her that she hasn't already been told.
So she's guarded, puts on her makeup as she rebuilds her walls
Pretends to be collected as her insides fall
Prays for the day that she isn't afraid
But understands that if there is a God, he likes her better this way
broken. scared.
retreating into herself like a turtle inside its shell
keep her alive long enough just to send her to hell
if God is real, he must enjoy the show
of watching her struggle to form a story worth being told
a canvas to paint, a world to deceive, and a presentation to give while she grinds her teeth.
YOU ARE READING
Incongruity
PoetryThis is where I will put my poems about my experiences. I just want somewhere to store them. If they resonate with someone, then I'm glad to have at least been a voice of familiarity in a world that feels so full of solidarity. Also I usually only w...
