you are quiet,
you choose when to speak,
and you only do when its important.

and its beautiful,
so beautiful,
that my word ***** makes me feel so small looking at you.

maybe you think its beautiful,
that i get so nervous,
just hearing your voice.

seeing the look in your eyes when you smile.

and its platonic,
its platonic because i only see your soul,
i see how beautiful it is ,
and oh my.

oh my,
how i want to see beauty with you,
i want to talk to you.

i have fallen in love with you,
platonically.

and thats a made up word,
but its what it is.

and oh god,
im sure you have flaws,
but ive never seen so much beauty in someone.

ive never seen a soul,
i saw your soul in your eyes.

i am tired.
not for a lack of rest --
no, i slept quite well last night
and I've had my coffee.

its something deeper, something
inherently present, in the
fibers of my skin,
in my tendons, in my eyes.

i am exhausted,
fatigued by life
by the noise and the silence,
the people, and
the empty rooms,
the light and the dark;
by hope and
despair.

so worn down by the world
that nothing in it can
refresh my mind from the
constant buzzing.

i am tired, and there are not
enough hours in the night
for the type of rest i need.


-U.K. & m.g.

I am what I am. I am a 17 year old girl, but you don’t have to tell me because I know that well enough, thank you. I am a young girl with her whole life ahead of her; no, I am a young girl with her whole life forced upon her. I am what I am.
I am a perfectionist who needs to create a 365-day planner, color coated with sticky notes and highlights – tonight. I am what I am. I am an enthusiast about books that make you cry harder than any movie ever could. I am the salty and buttery fingers that dive into the bowl during a movie. I am the guilty pleasure of indulging in foods and beverages unworthy of my submission. I am who I am. I am a lover of 5 a.m. coffee and sleepy eyes I have yet to see. I am a hopeless romantic who “don’t need no man” but yearns for a man to touch me in ways his hands cannot. I am what I am.
I am the byproduct of an unconditionally loving, but discriminatory and broken family. But you don’t need to know that. You don’t need to know that I am only who I am because of fear of becoming what they are. I am what I am. I am the mistakes I have made and I am the lessons I’ve learned. But listen closely and hear me clearly. I am NOT the gap in-between my teeth. I am not the acne on my face. I am not my 2 a.m. feelings. I am what I am.
I am the violent sobs that fall without permission on the alter. I am what they call a “bible-thumping, Jesus freak” Christian. Do you know anything about that? I am what I am. I am His piercing screams coming from the cross and I am His most dearly beloved. I am what I am. I am loved and I am cherished and I am His. I am blessed and I am forgiven and I am sanctified. I am the daughter of the one true King and He has called me by name. I am what I am.