I give credit
Where it’s due.
Never pick a fight
With anyone that
Knows what’s good
(For them)
And I say over and over
To myself that you
Were wrong about me
Being
Just another intellectual
That can “string a few words
Together”
I say you were wrong about
The right way to
Live.
Because I know the right
Things to say and how to say
Them.
I know how to get the blood pumping
With those little things called words
That you
(And mostly everyone)
Abuses.
So excuse me for thinking
In poetic stanzas.
And feeling the emotions
As they come.
Sorry for being just another
Hopeless romantic
That shivers at the thought of
Reality’s morning breath
Being my
Everything.
To you I’m just that
Girl
With those
Aspirations
And that curly hair
She can never really
Tame quite right.
Those blue eyes that
Gave her all of her glory
(That she doesn’t
Deserve.)
But I am enough, and
I don’t give a
F**k
If you can’t see it
(Or Believe it)

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