I'm not the most
put together person.
I'm really a small
hurricane of a girl.
I am not a metaphor
or a simile.
Not a ****** mystery
or a floral print dress.
I am flesh and blood,
bone and sinew.
I bend and break,
and snap back again.
I will keep you on your toes,
and never let you rest.
I will love you with everything
I have.
I will **** your marrow dry,
if you look at me the wrong way.
I am unafraid,
and I have nothing to lose.
I am a stack
of paperback books
and a broken
typewriter ribbon.
I am gale force winds,
and raindrops like steel.
I am wounded pride
and a mended fence.
I am learning to forgive myself.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
I'm not the most
put together person.
I'm really a small
hurricane of a girl.
I am not a metaphor
or a simile.
Not a ****** mystery
or a floral print dress.
I am flesh and blood,
bone and sinew.
I bend and break,
and snap back again.
I will keep you on your toes,
and never let you rest.
I will love you with everything
I have.
I will **** your marrow dry,
if you look at me the wrong way.
I am unafraid,
and I have nothing to lose.
I am a stack
of paperback books
and a broken
typewriter ribbon.
I am gale force winds,
and raindrops like steel.
I am wounded pride
and a mended fence.
I am learning to forgive myself.
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