more monroe than onassis.

sometimes i am frightened by the world, 
and everyone in it.
i can hear the rain outside and it pours it pours it pours it’s way into my chest. waterlogged and wrecked, am i really what you want? i don’t see why when i look in the mirror. i am pale, i am tired and i am old. sometimes i think you deserve better than me, someone who will get up in the morning and pull themselves together. i am a mess at the best of times, but i try to be better for you. because when you cup my face in the morning, i am finally home.
i know that it takes a lot to love me, but i want you next to me until i die. 

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