I miss feeling naive.I miss feeling innocent.I miss feeling unbroken.I want to be put back together,like pieces in a puzzle.But I can't.However...I can become who I always wantedand imagined myself to be. An even better me.
I am alwayslooking for the broken ones... The ones who are like me. But who am Ito fix theirproblems...When my ownI try to flee.
I saw you before you ever saw me... And it took you years to finally see... But now it's my fault I'm not where you want me to be... Living my own lifebeautifully free.
If it makes your hurt easier to handle... You can tell yourself that I failed you. Because I guessin some ways...I actually did.
This is who I am,I’m not hiding anymore.I’m staring at my reflection,Seeing more than I did before.I'm not what you call me,So your comments I'll ignore.I'm more than just a pretty faceAnd not just a fucking whore.
You were beautiful... The way your hair was whipped softy by the wind. The way your face was colored by the sun. The way your body was silhouetted by the ocean. You were free... You were full of light... You were beautiful... And you are me.