For the longest time I
aspired to be that picture perfect image
Of the girls with hip bones and thigh gaps
From the covers of the magazines
I read when I was a kid
Because I was told that is “normal”
That is what girls are supposed to look like
But now i've come to the realisation that
I've spent so much time trying to look
like what was told to me as normal
That ive become oblivious
to my goal of standing out
Why should I spend so much time trying to conform
When I could create myself in to the person I truly want to be
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 7:26 AM UTC
People say I will go to hell
For touching him and loving her
But If hell is filled with what society deems sinners
Baby call me the devil
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
I wonder if there's love after life
If nights of music and manic love
Lives on after we die
Or if it all just stops
If our love discontinues
If our beautiful bodys
And empowered existences
Get swept away into oblivion
Last night You asked me why I am so afraid to lose you
I'm afraid to lose you because
You are the reason why
I am afraid to die
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
I was a porcelain puppet
You pulled my strings
So I had no choice but to
Obeyed your abusive commands
You controlled me
I had become accustomed
to your twisted instructions
For so long That I was too afraid
To detach myself from
the strings you wrapped around me
You told me
I would be nothing without you
And for a while I was nothing without you
Because you broke me so badly
That no one else wanted me
Until the kind Girl with the
rosie cheeks and the golden heart
Taught me what love really is
It isn’t the control and strings
Its seeing that I am more than just a object
for others to take advantage of
I am kind, smart and beautiful
And I can survive without a puppeteer
I can thrive on my own.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
I wish someone told me,
Love is not putting your pleasure before my protection
Love is not believing my body is your toy
Love is not being forced into anything I don't want to do
Because I lifted my shirt in an attempt to heal your broken mind
I silenced myself, my voice, my protests for your apology
Yet You held the gun to your head
Made me believe I was the one
who made you feel as though you were better off dead
I'm still scared to look at my phone at night
Because of the chance the ringing is another suicide call
“Why did you break up with me,
You said you loved me,
If you hang up ill **** myself”
You were a disease
plagued by your own mind and fixation
Tell my why did I have to be your victim!?
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
You call it **** culture” I call it last night
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 7:14 AM UTC
We laughed
We touched
We kissed
I loved
You left
I hurt
You thrived
We broke apart…
I broke apart
under the pressure of my own expectations
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 7:13 AM UTC
Time was what worries us
Until it got to 3am
Then time became a social construct
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 7:12 AM UTC
Its 4 a.m i'm Self medicating through text messages
That we are sending each other
Unable to process the fact that
“I love you” , “I miss you”
is often used by men who are just bore
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 7:11 AM UTC
You told me we "accept the love we think we deserve",
and I think of you and all the ways you broke my body, my curves
I was your coloring book , your fists were the pencils colouring me in,
blue, purple, red, completely branding my skin.
I'd apologise for making you mad,
convincing myself that I was the one who was bad...
but really you were the shooter hunting me down,
The one holding my head underwater hoping I'd drown.
You told me we "accept the love we think we deserve"
As I sat there reflecting on our "love" with reserve,
What we had wasn't love, it was manipulation
Caused by your irrational fixation
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 7:10 AM UTC