Some days, I'll just sit in my room and listen to one song on repeat.
I'll slowly make my way to my poetry, and find myself feeling more empty than poetry needs me to be.
Poetry is the letter someone spilt water on but you can still read whatever was written on it because for whatever reason the world decided to be nice for a minute.
My sister is nice too. I think you can say I've only really known her for 7 or 8 years. We were too far apart in age for me to even care she existed for the beginning of my life. And just as I get comfortable with her being here, being home...
She moves to another country.
I guess one way or another, your heroes do fly away.
My best friend is a girl named Baer. Although, I cannot tell you if I'm her best friend, she is mine.
I always seem to latch on to people who seemingly don't show a lot about how they think of me.
Maybe I just don't look hard enough, but isn't that what all self-deprecating people do? Avoid mirrors and self-image until they come to scourge it? Punching out mirrors either cuts you up or picks apart your reflection, and hey, whatever.....
It's just you.
Baer's sister is a whole other story, funny and open, far away from time to time, but wanting a hug when the time comes.
I've always been the type of person to idolize others who treat me well. Perhaps it's because I think so much of them compared to myself. But it's okay.
I would do anything for them.
I'm so full of everything for the people who are everything to me.
And for myself... I'm no hero.
Capes just aren't my style.
No capes.
