You are a million things
All bound into one
That’s the beauty in you
The way you know exactly how to wear
Your flaws and strengths
Across your body
Like scars and tattoos
The way you know exactly
Who you are
You’re a story
Waiting to be told
Just as soon as you get out of here
I’m too tired
I chant
I look
I think
I feel
that
I’m so tired
I’m only
A child
How do I already feel tired?
It hurts
How do I never get enough sleep?
My good days
come and go
in waves
The bad ones
Are tsunamis
I feel the wind
The breeze of feelings
The temporary
Dealing
I take my memories
And place them in my pocket
I Try not to forget
Even the bad ones
Because that’s what
Really grew me