I don't expect my poems to be on trending,
nor to receive praises
I just want to express
all the stress
life gave me

Love at first sight wasn't true.
UNTIL I MET YOU.

I grew out of love
or
Did I?

Or am I just convincing myself
That I don't love you anymore,
Because you hurt me too much?

Behind her smile
is a girl
who cries at night
while thinking about
killing herself

I'm beautiful.
I'm beautiful because I said I am.

I'm beautiful because my eyes crinkle when I throw my head back and laugh boisterously at a stupid joke I made myself.

I'm beautiful when I smile lazily and my double chin peeks through the polaroid that effortlessly captures my features.

I'm beautiful because, after many years of being told I don't fit into the spectrum of socially accepted beauty, I laughed and told them to *******.

I'm beautiful because all the years of self-loathing and self-doubt erased the moment I said I'm beautiful.

I'm beautiful and there isn't a soul alive who can convince me otherwise.

the answers to my questions?
the solutions to my problems?

YOU.
you're always the answer
*you'll always be my answer