Tuberculemma
When you smile,
You look like you might cry.
I can always tell
The difference
Between real and fake joy in you.
You hate yourself
And really, I’m not sure why.
Because you, Emma,
Are so fucking sweet
And beautiful
And everything else good in the world.
You deserve so much
More in life.
You say nobody cares,
But that’s bullshit.
Because I care.
Shouldn’t that be enough?