Branches Book

BRANCHES

When the boy she liked didn’t like her back. I was the girl who could never keep her mouth shut, Who said everything and anything on her mind Without thinking of the what comes next. I was the girl who never says what she means Who hurt people without meaning too. Why did you Choose me?

Pick me? Love me? I can’t breathe when you’re near me, You are the first one, The first one I tell news too. You are my person, My only person.

And I keep getting this feeling that one day You’re going to realize that I am not what you want, That I am actually the exact opposite of who and what you want, And you’re going to leave. You’re going to leave me in a pool of my own tears And I’m going to attempt to swim, in the hopes that maybe one day You’ll come back to me, I will fight the pulling notion to let myself sink– To let myself go, to let the water wash over me and for it to go Black. And all the while you’ll be thinking why did I Choose her? You reassure me that this won’t happen, That you could– would– never leave me. My forehead feels your lips against it and my eyes shut And I pray to any sort of God that is listening that you’re right, I pray to any sort of God that the boy who made me want to live again, Who made me want to be in the moment, To encompass every moment within my memory– Never letting any of them go– Will not leave me to find someone better. ___________________________________________ Pick her? Love her?

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