15/30
Dear Universe
I know there is more in me than this sad,
small girl I see in my words. I am not
this broken or single-minded. It is not in my nature
to hate people I genuinely have nothing against.
In me there is a girl who gets high dancing
and has a thing for brunettes, someone who
considers bathing an hour-long experience and thinks
mac and cheese is a gourmet dinner.
But I’ve lost myself somewhere.
Little by little, bits of me have fallen into gutters
and subway cracks, I can’t stop talking about heartache
and even I’ve become sick of myself.
They say the best time to write
is when your sad,
that great art comes from great tragedy,
but I am not tragic. I don’t do “broken” well.
Dear, dear universe
toss me a little magic, will ya?
Some small spark to jumpstart myself again.
Send me a good song to dance to.
I know there is more in me than this sad,
small girl I see in my words. I am not
this broken or single-minded. It is not in my nature
to hate people I genuinely have nothing against.
In me there is a girl who gets high dancing
and has a thing for brunettes, someone who
considers bathing an hour-long experience and thinks
mac and cheese is a gourmet dinner.
But I’ve lost myself somewhere.
Little by little, bits of me have fallen into gutters
and subway cracks, I can’t stop talking about heartache
and even I’ve become sick of myself.
They say the best time to write
is when your sad,
that great art comes from great tragedy,
but I am not tragic. I don’t do “broken” well.
Dear, dear universe
toss me a little magic, will ya?
Some small spark to jumpstart myself again.
Send me a good song to dance to.