Drawings

Love is louder than the pressure to be perfect. 

So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?” 
I tell him, “Real.” 

I want someone to love me 
For who I am.
I want someone to need me
Is that so bad? 
I wanna break all the madness 
But it’s all I have. 
I want someone to love me 
For who I am. 

You can take everything I have

You can break everything I am

Like I’m made of glass

Like I’m made of paper

Go on and try to tear me down

I will be rising from the ground

Like a skyscraper

Like a skyscraper