Author: Annika Bastian
Girl
You and I are a weird pair
Because I can bust out a pan of brownies
As easily as Michael Jackson can bust out a sick moonwalk
And you can bust through my anxiety even easier
Every time you walk in and see me stress baking
And say dang girl we having another Netflix marathon already
Then we stay up til two a.m. eating brownies and emptying out our Netflix watch list
And then you tell me this just means we'll have to spend more time together
Going running so we can burn off these calories and get my endorphins up–
You calm me down as easily as Zoloft does
But with none of the side effects
Unless smiling too much counts as a side effect.
I can clean a house cleaner than Mr. Clean himself
And you can clean out my mind cleaner than any antidepressant ever could.
I talk to my therapist like a two year old talks to their mom.
Incessantly. And urgently.
And you sometimes talk to me like you're my mom but never like I'm a two year old or like I need a therapist.
I have more coping mechanisms than a porcupine has pointy bits
But when you see me curling up in a ball you hug me like I have absolutely no pointy bits.
Girl I love you hard.
Hard like a geometry test.
Hard like saying goodbye to a puppy
Hard like really old gummy worms
I love you a lot.
That's what I'm trying to get at.
Get at like you got to me.
I love you girl
More than a whole pan of brownies
More than the sickest of moonwalks
More than Netflix with no chill
A whole lot more than running because no one really likes running.
Love you more than a clean house
Cuz girl you're my home now.
Love you more than my therapist
Because you listen to my problems free of charge.
Love you like a two year old
Incessantly and with my whole heart.
Love you more than porcupines
And they're my favorite animal
More than hugs
And they're my favorite pastime
What I'm trying to say is girl–
I love you.