I'm awful
Pathetic
Worthless
No good
Stupid
Naïve
Dumb
Hurtful
Torturous

A *****
An idiot
And a liar

And I'm never
Going to be
Good enough

*Repeat. Increase speed.

If I could go back
I would take the blade
From the hands of that
Twelve year old girl

If I could go back
I would talk to her
Tell her she's important
That she's beautiful

If I could go back
I would look at her
And I would beg her
To believe that I'm right

If I could go back
I would erase her hurt
So that in the future
She would hurt less

If I could go back
I would let her know
She isn't worthless
And that she never was

You are the songs in my head
Love is old, love is new
Love is all, love is you
And most everything I listen to
Oh you fill my lungs with sweetness
And you fill my head with you
Reminds me of you
Everything looks perfect from far away
Come down now, they'll say
(You know, you look perfect
No matter how close)

And I play these songs on repeat
Just like my memories of you
Cherishing them because I know
That when the song ends
I can replay it
I just wish
That every time you leave
I could replay the memories

But memories don't do you justice
And memories aren't tangible
They're imaginary copies
And you are the realest thing
I've ever met

I adore you
The soft curve of your lips
The words that fall out of them
Clumsy and awkward
And the way they part
Just for me

I adore you
The way your hands fit mine
The same ones that play trumpet
Beautiful and moving
And the way they become gentle
When in contact with me

I adore you
The way your eyes fill with wonder
Even when your brain is clouded
Brown and wonderous
And the way they look
When they're looking at me

You are ******* poetry