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.

"What do you think
scares you
the most
at night?"

"Nothing."

"Really? Not even my absence?"

"No. Rather, I think
the day
is scarier.
It proves that
your shadow
can still
reach me
even in the light.
But that only proves further
of your absence."

breathing off these fumes,
getting high as a kite,
forgetting everything around us,
as the world becomes a blur

faces turn to  blotches of colours,
words into background noise,
speech to meaningless slurs,
as we struggle to hold our poise

Clocks falling
Hours minutes seconds
Recalling the time you said good bye
Broken glass on the floor
Echoing of my heart breaking through the walls
But you don't hear it you've gone deaf from the pain i caused
I can't love you say
You're right
But i tried
Never was enough
Clocks broken times up
With bleeding hands i collect the broken glass
Luck's never on our side