Just a Girl.

Just a Girl.

This story’s getting old.
I swear I’ve told it a thousand different times.
In cinematic, symphonic waves
it circles round my brain.
Vulnerable, insufferable,
beautiful and evil all at once.
I’m everything and nothing,
a butterfly and a venomous snake,
curled in the grass
and biding my time.
I, I, I,
am very different from you, you, you.
See, in this equation,
I am X and you are Y
But we are not solving for anything.
We will not set us equal and change the signs,
I will not become just like you.
For, you see, I am me.
I am liquid, solid, gas,
ethereal & ephemeral,
radiant and awe-inspiring,
but still so very fragile and unlovable.