Love, Me
I am a disaster waiting to happen.
Not one of those
beautiful messes
everyone talks about,
but a hurricane
raging off the coast
of Nowhere.
The kind that nobody really notices
until it’s too late.
And sometimes
people tell me that I’m strong
and beautiful
but guess what?
So are hailstorms
until they shatter
stained glass windows.
And believe me,
eventually,
I will break everything.
There’s going to come a day
when you realize
that I am something
no one wants anything to do with.
You’ll push me away
just like everyone else.
And you’ll tell me
it’s not my fault.
But I’ve heard that line
one too many times.
And I won’t believe you.
It’s always my fault.
But don’t worry about me,
I’m used to this type of pain.
Which sucks
because no one
should ever feel this way,
but it happens all too often
and suddenly
my bones
are being ground into dust
and there are rivers
flowing
down my hollowed cheeks.
Sooner or later
I’m going to end up
with broken heartstrings
and shattered dreams.
But who cares?
I’m not the girl
you’d spend all night thinking about
just to fall asleep
wishing you could kiss
her petal pink lips.
I
am just me.
And I am not someone
that you want to take home
to meet Mom
and Dad.
Because I am not someone
that anyone loves.
Copyright © Kacie Ray | Year Posted 2018
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