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?