Women Like Me…

Women like me do not fall gracefully,

we stumble over our spines, trip over our vowels and collapse into your arms. Our hearts are open books. Our hearts are first drafts, unedited verses about each and every person we have ever loved: the stranger on the subway, the girl who gave us a balloon.

Women like me will love you from a distance of a thousand syllables while laying in your bed, we will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible, and when we leave you will finally understand why storms are named after people.

– Katrina, M.K.

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