I was created for the sun to translate the magic it can do
Smooth and sweet
Slightly pink
With a hint of carmelized sugar
I am the golden hour
Like honey thick
So sticky your eyes can't blink
 this warm glaze toasted body
Meant to be praised upon not preyed upon
As the light transforms my skin
You watch as my chest shimmers a reflection of dreams, power, confidence, strength, beauty, blackness
I am a different shade every time you see me
Strawberry legs makes your mouth water 
Soft yet fragile to the touch
Full of color and texture
Rose petals and dandelions is what I'm made of
Created for the sun to translate the magic it can do

I love that you all are happier than me
Visioning myself in that space
Knowing that it may never happen
Feeling comfort from that and yet suicidal
Comfort bc at least I don't have to work hard at something I want
My passions and dreams will run down my arm and dry up before it gets to my hand
Deserted and crackly my heart will be so that I won't have the feeling of expectation
Suicidal. Well bc maybe evrytime I think of my *** crying again it starts to feel like two stiraphones  rubbing together
Or when I think this poem sounds great and then read it again a few days later
Why is it that evryone is happier than me tho?
I get nauseous just from trying
So I go into my room where I know "you ain't ****" and "I want to be alone" will wrap their arms around me
Ahhhhhhh I'm so comfortable