There's a faded scar on my right shoulder
from three summers ago,
two more on my left from this winter.
One on my chin from the pavement
that got the better of an 8 year old
who couldn't say "no",
and another on my wrist
to remind me that metal detectors
no longer find me empty.

It's alright that you left,
but please don't act
like I'll just be okay again.
I don't heal well,
never have.

Maybe that's what
I should do.
Step back and
let distance take
its toll.

I don't have
time to have
my heart broken
again.

I'm falling in
love with you
and I don't
know how to
stop.

I'm not trying to be like everyone else
Following crowds to fit in.
I don't need you to make me happy, because your happiness is a weight of lies and loss all on me that I don't want to carry anymore.
I don't need to look like you to get noticed.
I don't need to talk or dress like you to stand out.
because I really won't.
It would look just like you and that would bit the purpose of standing out.
So maybe I'm the black sheep.
Maybe I don't fit in.
Maybe you don't like me.
So what!
At least I know I'm standing out enough for you to notice me and worry about whether you like me or not.
So thank you for lifting up my spirit because now I have the energy to be where I once was.
On Top Of The World.