I fall deeper and deeper with

Every scathing second.

My eyes are wide open now

And I realize that this is not a dream.

She turns inside me,

Her tiny foot skids the wall of my stomach.

I don’t know how she is a girl,

Out there…

During the day, around everyone…

I can be the funniest guy ever,

a person that don’t care about nothing,

someone confident about himself,

and that won’t let nobody make him feel less.

But once inside…

The cheerleader who always holds a book

And the agnostic with an avid church attendance

Someone so silent and simultaneously outspoken

And the fiery spirit which silence most benefits

Her identity, though contradictory, belongs to her

Dear Me,

You lose in the end.

In the end, you cry for 6 months and spend sleepless nights wondering why you weren’t enough.

In the end, your bedsheets become tissues for your tears and your pillow becomes a microphone.