All of Me

I am

a girl with long black hair,

brown eyes.

I am

the girl in the corner,

quiet and alone;

But that’s not all of me.

I am

the books I read,

the quotes I highlight,

the characters I love,

the characters I pretend to be.

I am

the music I listen to,

the songs on repeat,

the lyrics written on the back

of all my papers.

I am

the people I meet,

the friends I’ve made,

the family I grew up with,

the guys I’ve fallen for.

I am

all the laughs,

all the smiles,

all the tears.

I am

the mistakes I’ve made,

the past, the present, the future.

I am, I am, I am.

I am made up

of you

of us

of them;

of books

and music

and people

and moments

that all add up

and up

and up

and up

until all that’s left

is all of me.