He looks at me And I feel like the most beautiful person to ever exist. He talks about me as if I created the universe As if I am Devine, holy, a miracle And when he holds me it’s as if he’ll never leave. He swears the last guy was crazy Can’t believe that I was ever single “How could he let go of a girl like you?” He says. “You are amazing” “Once in a lifetime”
Isn’t that what they always say? Aren’t they always so enchanted at first? So head over heels in love. And then they realize that the happy, bubbly girl has pain too. That she has a past. That she can’t always be the happy bubbly girl. That she’s scared And hurt And broken in ways that they cannot fix. Then they realize that I am not perfect. That I require just too much of their energy. I’m just too “crazy” too “damaged”.