Why do people think
That being cubby
Is ugly?

Thick thighs

Rounded stomach

Flabby waist

I’ve never thought it mattered
Because if someone
Thinks you’re ugly
Because of the amount of skin
You have or don’t have

Then they don’t know
What true beauty is

Because in my opinion
If they care for you
They’ll love all of you

I will never
Allow myself
To be trapped
And contained
By a stereotypical
Title

It's his fault

He took advantage of you
(But did you ever ask him not to?)

He tried to talk
(But did you ever try to understand?)

He left you
(But would you rather him stay in a relationship where he felt trapped?)

He destroyed you
(But didn't you do the same to him?)

He still cares
(But all you do is wallow in self pity)

It's his fault
(But your to blame as well)

I love myself
I truly do
And I know others love me too

I’ve always loved my figure
I know at one time I was too thin
But it didn’t really matter to me then

I’ve never suffered from depression
And anxiety attacks don’t plague me
Though my emotions sometimes run free

I only have two exs
The first is now my best friend
And on the other I can still depend

All in all
I really love my life
And it’s not full of much strife

Despite all of this
I still have insecurities
And these things like to plant seeds

People just don’t get it
I’m human too
I have problems too

But it’s fine
It’s whatever
I’ll go back to being fine

Because no one wants to listen to the “privileged girl’s” minuscule problems
She’s perfectly fine

Today we winked at each other

It was not the first time we have

But this time it was different

Because since we were sitting so far away

Other people saw us

And they started to chatter

But you, KM, said

“Naw it’s okay because we’re best friends”

And that one sentence from you

Gave me the biggest smile I’ve had all day

What do you want?

I want you
To want me
As much as I
Want you

In the darkness of the world
We learn what is truly light

In the midst of pain
We learn what isn't suffering

In the journey of death
We learn the meaning of life

In the absence of friends
We learn what true friendship is

Lesson learned
Now...
Move on

Beautiful
Things
Don’t
Seek
Attention

When you tell yourself
"Your weak"
"You’re worthless"
"You’re a waste of life"

Do you a favor
and tell yourself
"Shut up"

I ask myself
Can I be me without you?

The answer is
Yes

Because I was me before you.

I have taken my turn
Through the darkness of life
I now know of strife

However I take great pride
That I can say

"I broke... but I survived"

I hate when someone
Says something
Does something
Anything
Anything that reminds you of her
Of what happened

Anyone else just sees you shrug it off
But I see it
The look in your eyes
The pain
The hurt
The regret
The regret that you were blinded
Blinded by your care and devotion
To someone who broke you after claiming to love you
To someone who put you in a place
A place of depression that you yourself would never
Never wish on another person

You were lost
Left with your reputation shattered by lies and rumors
And I wish
“I wish with all my heart that I could erase that pain you feel in your heart every time you are reminded of what you had to go through
The pain that shows hidden only in your eyes

But I can’t
But I can let you know and show you
That you aren’t lost anymore
You can learn to trust again
Because I will always be there for you
We will always be there for you
And together we will rise”