Sweetie

You're really the sweetest

Cherry I could've picked

You may be a little bruised

A little broken, like me

But I would rather

Have a sweet, broken cherry

Than a rotten apple, begging

To be eaten

And I don't know

If you are able to see my bruises

And accept them

Like I can accept yours

But maybe you can

Maybe I'm holding onto hope

Maybe, I don't know anything

Except the feeling I get

When you make me laugh

And make me feel like

It's ok to be me