i'm nothing special.
i'm a combination of everybody i have ever known.
just so glamorous, in that heart-broken, shattered spirit, dead-on-the-inside kind of way.
i eat poems for breakfast and put my hands over my face and listen to what they tell me.
i wish i could just sit on the beach and drink wine all day;
but i don't have that much wine.
these days i care too much and eat too little.
i drink coffee like water and still never know what to say.
i still don't know how i get out of bed half the time.
it's not pretty, or endearing.
i whisper you secrets, i am still looking to be saved, but i've found i must save you,
sometimes i am so weak, sometimes i am so strong,
here you go, i'll give you everything for one more chance.
my heart is ugly, but it could be all yours.