I'm sorry for my hair
and I'm sorry for my nails.
I'm sorry for my cheekbones and my eyebags (oh so frail)
I'm sorry if I was too loud,
Or if I was too quiet.
I'm sorry for my stomach, will it be better if I diet?
And oh I'm sorry for saying sorry
And I am sorry for thinking too much... too little or too less
I'm sorry I'm such a mess.
I am sorry if I pick, if I scratch or if I bite.
I'm sorry for wearing heels, was I too short, was my dress too tight?
After all, I'm just a woman,
Saying sorry is just my job.
Because if I don't apologise for breathing,
Then I must be a snob.

I sit in stillness,
My soul scrapping at my skin trying to break through.
No matter the self care or the nourishment I feed my soul,
It still resides.
My flesh just a blanket for what lies within.
I sweat,
I eat,
I smoke,
But I will never be able to escape the forever sugar rush.

For we see with our eyes
And hear with our ears,
But have a choice to feel with our minds
Or our hearts.

And so I observed as my leg began to shake in the comfort of my own bed, and the chewing of my cheek in the shower became more noticeable. I had finally realised it was back

And for the essence of sadness and love remember to recall the memories that made you feel like time was standing still,
But that you should have kissed them longer.

Sometimes goodbyes are the best thing that can be said,
we end much suffering from one word that changes the aspect of one's humanity.

The bond of a relationship changes people,
for the better or for the worse.
To some,
it is blinding and to others,
it allows them to see life's colours more than before.
We crave the numbness to reality and the infatuation of love,
but change is inevitable and we don't like change.
The fear of something new but the tranquillity of a fresh stage beginning.
When all of this happens we feel the emotions slipping through our fingers,
unable to grasp onto the familiarity of control.
But just remember that what will be will be,
they might love you now but now is not forever.
Don't thrive in comfort thrive in anticipation,
waiting for the old to leave and then new to come flowing in.