Be patient with me
When my limbs become trees
And my roots become reeds
And the sounds from my mouth start making sense
My mind is messy but it’s beautiful
like I'm in utero
I don't say it often,
but I'm proud of the woman that I turned out to be
You might think I’m crazy
Wild and young and free
But really I'm just:
careful
quiet
overthinking
analyzing like
It’s logic
over loving
and emotion
brought me nothing
but disaster
so I hold my drink
and sit right in the corner
smiling.
Wish I were a wild child like I say I am
Wish I really meant it when I say
that I don’t give a damn
Wish that I were manic all the time.
Think I like mе better
when I’m all outsidе the lines.
But my colors bleed
And they bleed bright red.
I keep this pistol near my bed
Inside my mouth
so I can keep my tongue from tearing up my head.