Every day i fight the good fight
every day I seem to lose
whenever the odds are in my favor (is)
when I'm with  you

Every day that I'm without you (is)
every day i seem to lose
whenever the odds aren't in my favor
i think of you

I disintegrate into a thousand stars
Of myself, when I see
Your footprints in the snow.
I am still blinded by your winter beauty
Yet you have banished me
To the edge of your world.
Every day I return for your broken water,
The scraps of love you throw out
Keep me alive.

I must get word to you
But my clumsiness gathers dust in the corner.
I will always love you
In unwritten poems.

I’ve been told I have walls,
That aren’t too easy to break,
They’ve been up for so long,
That my smile is entirely fake.
They’re made of unshed tears and a broken soul,
Of emotions that have taken their costly toll.
Tear them down if you feel you must,
But it takes too much to gain my trust
Strip me down to every pebble and stone,
Shatter me like a mirror and break me to the bone,
But don’t you see you’ve already lost,
For even my walls have a cost.

she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.

‪oh earth,‬
are you sad today?
i can see your tears falling,
running down on your 'cheeks'
overflowing as it nourishes the land,
the scent of your drops,
as it hits your 'skin'
brings hope and calmness in me.

oh earth,
your sadness is my sadness,
your tears heal me,
as it helps us to grow stronger.

oh earth,
you're growing old,
and we will grow old together,
the time ticks,
soon when i die,
i will be inside you.

I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.

Stay quiet.
So I can..
Think for
myself.
So I don't..
Need you
All the time.

my reflection,
stares back at me,
with all my insecurities,
flying around
behind me.

my reflection,
unmoving,
still and lifeless,
makes me
conscience.

my reflection,
at age 5,
was happy and enthusiastic,
dressed in bright colours
and loved to smile.

my reflection,
at age 9,
was insecure and semi,
unhappy
with the changes going on.

my reflection,
at age 12,
was unhappy and hated life,
hated herself
because of how fat she was.

my reflection,
at age 15,
became a little happier,
but only a little
because she was still fat.

my reflection,
at age 16,
kind of accepts herself,
only kind of
because she will always be fat.

my reflection,
at age 16,
isn't perfect,
not for society
and not for anyone.

my reflection,
at age 16,
will never be enough,
for you,
or for anyone.