Please Love Me at My Worst

by Michaela Angemeer

so instead of talking to friends you talk to yourself and your stuffed animals write on whatever you can find dance in your room sing karaoke make magic by yourself

i am still in love with everyone i’ve ever been in love with

i love the smell of october rain before the worms crawl out

sometimes i wonder what life would be like if we had never met if we never collided in this lifetime or learned what the curve of each other’s faces felt like who would i be if i had never held your hand who would i be if i had never been loved by you

love is all of it.

and when the shore seems out of reach don’t forget that you can always just float for a while

you are everything you were ever meant to be. don’t forget to celebrate yourself. celebrate who you are and your potential of becoming. dance in your kitchen and use a pen as a microphone. run outside and spin around in the rain. sing as loud as you can in your car. ask your inner child what they want, and give it to them. you owe it to yourself to live this life in your wild. you owe it to yourself to find out who you are.