My Girl

My girl may be broken, but my girl is still mine. 

Her skin may be cracked, but her heart is so kind. 

Her breaths are unsteady, her smile is strong,

And my girl is mine, when she’s right or she’s wrong.

My girl thinks she’s ugly, my girl thinks she’s big-

She  looks in the mirror, she says she’s a pig.

My girl is my princess, her castles are crumbling;

My girl thinks she’s floating, she’s slipping and stumbling.

Wind-swept and messy but oh, she looks beautiful

Her organs are failing, her friendships are sailing;

She’s frail and she’s foggy, she’s barely exhaling

I love her, she is loved.

Her shaky hand fits mine like a glove.

She’s weightless, hold her tight-

Hold on with all that is good and right. 

My girl has my heart-

Hers is fighting to beat;

I drink in her affection

But my girl won’t eat. 

My girl is so warm,

Her hands turn wood to ash:

But my girl is struggling

Because she puts herself last. 

My girl might be broken-

My girl might be dying.

She says she feels better

But I think my girl’s lying.

My girl is hiding 

her heart in her hands;

My girl gets real dizzy, 

she shakes when she stands.

My girl says she’s trying,

She’s “trying her best,”

But I know I’ll be laying 

My girl down to rest.