madi

at first glance she does not seem to have a care

it might be the way she flips her hair

but look a little deeper, pick her apart

and suddenly she has a heart

behind glass eyes and tough skin

the apathy runs thin

through her blood that rushes through

her veins like me and you

but she’s different

a little indifferent

broken bones and

a broken home

worked together to create a blissful

hurt creature full

of pain but mostly love

hidden above

the ideas that vulnerability makes you weak

and weakness does not build strength rather it’s a slap on the cheek

so you turn the other cheek and build another wall

to hide from it all

because

no one really cares

or maybe it’s just the way they’ve been flipping their hair

I don’t know

but what I do know

is that she cares

and she is there

for me whenever i’m down

she wipes away my frown

at second glance i see the way she cares

genuinity, something i have only found

in the most broken of people washed up on the ground

trying to fix those around them

because they don’t dare see what is coming from within