I'm sorry I pierced a hole in my ear you think symbolizes defiance
I'm sorry my hair isn't the blonde I was born with and kept for 18 years
I'm sorry I cried when I first dyed my hair because I had never truly loved myself before that moment
I'm sorry I hid in my bathroom and turned on the shower so you wouldn't hear me gasping for breath, while trying to stay indestructible
I'm sorry I never forgave you for making me feel the need to hide.
I'm sorry for embarrassing you in front of your friends because the shirt on my back and the shorts on my waist were a shade too dark and my hair a shade too bright.
I'm sorry I made you late to important functions because I was busy adding another layer to my already hardened face
I'm sorry you think I don't understand and maybe never will.
I'm sorry you thought I'd get better when I turned 14, then 15, and 16.
And then came home at 18 and made you cry.
I'm sorry I didn't impress anyone with my ACT score and am unsuccessful at math.
I'm sorry for blaming you for my insecurities and my lack of emotion at the dinner table.
I'm sorry for becoming so accustomed to being told "to shut up" I stopped sharing my life with strangers.
I'm sorry I remember more good than bad sometimes and I got hurt.
I'm sorry I felt the need to hurt you back.
I won't ever be what I'm supposed to.
I won't be the most intelligent or charismatic person in the room.
I'll keep trying but
I'm sorry I'm me.

there's a reason  he chooses to drink while on medication for anxiety.
there's a reason she shuts herself away, hiding the bruises and cuts she considers part of her repertoire.
there's a sadness there,
a different kind of sad.
one that can't be healed through compromise or benevolence.
it's easy to become lost, compromised within this sadness' depths.
you may think you've escaped its clutch but it's always there.
lurking.
ready to take you.

My perfect guy
Is the kind of boy
Who is always a gentleman
He opens doors, pulls out chairs
And is polite to my parents
And yet when he wants
He can be so hilariously fun
He's not afraid to wrestle
Or play games, even have a nerd fight
But when the day is done
We can sit and talk for hours
He listens to every word
And says more than "okay"
He will smile and act intelligent
Helping with my problems
But he's not too serious
To put up with my insanity

My perfect guy
Is the kind of boy
Who is always there for me
I will never feel shy or scared
In his protective hold
He will back me up
Even if I'm wrong
And when we sit together
He will wrap his arms around me
And sit tight and perfect
And he is always there for me
When is about emotions too
He will be my steady rock
To comfort if I cry
He always try's to make it better
No matter what is wrong

My perfect guy
Is the kind of boy
Who is thinking of me
He pulls special surprises
With flowers and romance
He never forgets a special day
But he's not the kind of guy
Who is crazy about anniversaries
He might give a gift once a year
To keep it real special
He plans dates
And makes special days
Just for the two of us
And while he keeps them
Perfectly romantic he lets them
Have fun too.

My perfect guy
Is the kind of boy
Who compliments me now and then
Even if he doesn't mean it
Just to make me feel nice
But he isn't all worried about beauty
He notices me for me
And isn't afraid to joke around
And say what's on his mind

My perfect guy
Is the kind of boy
Who likes the things I like
The kind of guy who
Shares my dreams
And relishes in the insanity
He wants to make the impossible come true
Without forgetting about now
He will think about the Future
While we banter with each other

My perfect guy
Is the kind of boy
Who doesn't see me as just his girl
He is protective and strong
Yet easy going too
He isn't afraid to get *****
To roll around in the mud
He is always up for a game
Of road hockey or paintball
He will play video games
And sports
Without going easy
He will keep things fun
And won't cry about losing to a girl.

My perfect guy
Is the kind of boy
Who gets along with friends
Who is always charming to new people
And who my friends like back
The kind of guy who
Gets along with a group
Yet doesn't mind to be alone

My perfect guy
Is the kind of boy
Who I write this incredibly long poem about
He is the kind of guy who is perfect in my eyes
He is the kind of guy who likely doesn't exist

We learn to say that we don't care,
As we begin to believe it.
We tell ourselves when we are hurt,
Not to share.
IDC...

Soon, we turn this ugly phrase, in upon ourselves,
A bad day, or treated badly?
Just remember those three,
Those deadly letters.
IDC...

What comes next is no surprise,
We use it for the smallest things,
A forgotten birthday,
Hopeful plea.
IDC...

How soon it becomes,
The easiest answer,
To each and every worry,
You need me?
IDC...

And then the fateful day does come,
When we have switched places,
We need assistance of some sort,
It falls upon deaf ears.
IDC...

We need to change,
This process we use,
And change the meaning,
Of three small letters.
IDC...

I don't care...
That's not true...
I give it thought...
Thus, I DO CARE!!!
IDC...

I DC...
I DO CARE!!!

Like beautiful bodies of the dead who had not grown old
and they shut them, with tears, in a magnificent mausoleum,
with roses at the head and jasmine at the feet --
this is what desires resemble that have passed
without fulfillment; with none of them having achieved
a night of sensual delight, or a bright morning.

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