Not me, but Him.

I’m not the girl your mother warns you about. I won’t kiss your best friend or break your heart. I won’t make you choose between what you love to do & me. I’m not cold. I’m not reckless. I’m the girl your father mentions when your mom’s not around. I’m the girl that gets away. I will love you more than anything. I will kiss you when you cry. I will stand by your side until you decide otherwise. And you’re just like your father, so you will. You’ll let me go & I won’t look back, But you will. I promise you, you will. I’m that girl.

“You,” he said, “are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.”

Loving her will not always be easy. She will weave herself into bad poetry some nights to keep you from seeing her without her skin. One day, you will see her without her skin. She will pull on the edges of herself until she has come completely unraveled on the kitchen floor. She does not need help picking herself back up, but the company is nice every once in a while. One day, she will show you what it means to be made of something so easily pulled apart. Some nights, she will need herself more than she needs you. There are stars in her eyes that burn like hell if you bury yourself against them for too long, do not let this stop you from seeing them. She will not always be easy to convince, she will wake up each morning wrapped around the worry that your heart stopped beating for her over night. She will love you with everything she has ever had. Do not take her away from herself.