I’m Picking You Arlo Merchant
I was always the last picked at recess. No one seemed to like me very much. I wasn't as fast as pretty
or as strong as the others.
I think that transferred to my teenage years Because I never seem to be good enough— I never seem to find someone who’d pick me first.
I fall so easily down the rabbit hole.. I like to think you like me back, but I see the way you look at me— more pity than preferred. I see the way you look at them— With admiration in your eyes.
Gateway | Sydnie Vogel | Photography
I wish one day you’d wake up and see that I’ll always be there, whether day or night, rain or shine.
Why don’t you think of me? I wish your emotions would bleed through
your stoic wall. I wish you’d see what you mean to me.
Because I’m picking you first.
The Tunnel | Sydnie Vogel | Photography
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