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you have made this space so small
that there is no room for me in it
there is only room for your good girl
girl made of straight As
and proper grammar
girl who stays quiet
and does not complain
girl who lets you make her into
a mop for your tears
but is not given comfort for her own
girl who stays out the way
and keeps everything together
while you turn into hurricane
there is no room for me
me made of tangled melodies
and smudged poems
me who is thunderous
and passionate
me who wants you to comfort her
instead of calling her emotions stupid
me who wants you to stop
turning into hurricanes
and then expecting her to clean it up
everything I am I have
had to make room for
I shrank my existence for you
and I still have to force you
to allow me breathing room
I don't understand why
me is such a criminal
how me is so awful that you
feel the need to suffocate her
I thought you loved me
but I think you love girl more

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