Wednesday, November 9, 2011


It's because I can't keep my room clean
Because I can't stop watching Grey's Anatomy,
It's because I have this thing inside me,
This thing that I'm now apart of
Because that thing is cozy now,
Where once it was lonely.
It's because none of my clothes fit,
and I don't like them anyway
It's because of this ache,
That is so incredibly difficult
It's because effortless beauty is lost
Because I don't know how to get it back.
It's because of this energy,
Because of this anger.
It's because of these friendships,
Because of our pain
It's this adventure,
That doesn't seem so very exciting at times,
This ride,
That sometimes seems more scary than fun,
It's this thing,
This thing inside of me
That I just don't know what to do with.

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