i don't have a perfectly messy ponytail
my hair is chopped and styled in all the wrong directions
my skin is always too oily no matter how many times i wash my face in a day
i don't read nearly as much as i used to
my thoughts aren't "deep and insightful"
i won't reply to your text messages as quickly as you'll want me to
i write ****** poems that have no business being on a poetry website
my heart is too warm and too cold all at the same time
i have white scars on my body that spell out nothing but "weak"

but my eyes are a chocolate brown that could drown all of your sorrows
my small fingers are enough to lock hold on your heart
whenever i do reply to your messages, you'll have my full attention
my scars will fade
and my pores will shrink
my laugh will slice through the worst of times
and my size 6 feet will walk all over your demons