I have a brain
Be gentle with her
She is fragile and she
Has every right to be
No one can figure
Out what’s wrong
My thought process, my tragic
Exaggerations misunderstandings
Traps
He was a liar
No, he just misspoke
He was simply wrong
Maybe I am simply wrong
But what is wrong
Maybe I am simply wrong
We can’t figure out what’s wrong wrong wrong wrong
Wrong
Baby, it’s okay
You’re trying
That’s all you can do,
And that’s enough
I remember you kissed me
With your lips
I loved you hands
Before you
Even knew me
To be touched
So sweetly
By a stranger who loved you
Is a gift you gave
You are a treasure,
And it’s hard
To be so trapped in your own
Body but I promise, love
You’re not alone
And I’ll stand by you
Until the very end
You have a brain
And God made that brain
You mean to tell me He made it wrong?
Elizabeth Day is an author, poet, blogger, and playwright from Las Vegas, Nevada. Her work has been featured in The Just Girl Project, Empyrean Literary Magazine, Contemporary Jo, Hey Young Writer, and Fterota Logia. She is a student at Southern Utah University studying English education with a creative writing emphasis and double minors in theater and film. You can find her on Instagram @itsanadventur.
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