i drink philosophy like water,
in hopes of it being the remedy i need.
i’m strong until i’m not;
they say i’ve got sad eyes –
just as i came into this world.
i want to be looked at like i’m art –
i think the best feeling is knowing,
even your most broken pieces,
have meaning and worth.
i don’t really know me,
but i promise i will still try to learn;
and perhaps i will forever be curious,
of the things that are unknown.
you’re the greatest joy and the greatest grief,
i’ve ever tasted –
i’m still trying to figure out how that could be.
sometimes i wonder what i look like to the universe –
or to you, ‘cause all i want is to be seen,
for my old soul.
i’m still sad;
that’s why i write words you don’t understand.