For you, my love, the things I'd do
Are infinite in number
Remember this road goes two ways
With things we will discover
So I would sit and count the stars
If it meant that you
Would stay by my side and that your love
Would never be less than true
I'll say those words aloud to you
But I must be sure you know
There are no words that do exist
To let my feelings show

I will learn how to swim.
I will steady my breaths and relax my aching chest,
my hands cupping the water in a loving embrace.
The rough waves will not frighten me away,
I will view them as inviting to splash in.

I will learn how to ease my arms
and kick my legs through powerful torrents,
not stopping even when crashes of blue stake me,
even when the pain runs throbbing through my body.

I will learn how to conquer the storm
and be one with the fish,
unafraid and invincible
through the sharp broken shells,
swimming towards the light of the underneath corals.
I will pass ships with pride and be brave enough to close my eyes,
using the sea as my resting pillow.

I will learn how to swim.
And against the waves I will win.

I wish all my writing  depicted gaggles
wedging south over mossy lakes.

They more often wander to  legs,
tangerine tongues, the taste

of sweat and smell of cheap hairspray;  
for thoughts like these, I feel no
                                          shame.

My own fingers going up and down my skin
while I map out every inch
of my body that i don't like
Other women begin to roll through my mind
like a slideshow
which leads me to think
why cant I look like them?

Before I would have been the girl
who lets these thought control her
skipping the next meal
but today I know I am not that girl
because I look like me
and I am beautiful
with all the scars

Wash off your skin
like all the thoughts are going along
down the drain
You are not these voices in
your head
You are not the fear
forming in your heart
Or the knots
tying in your stomach
from what they said

You're more
there is love in your soul
that deserves
to be accepted

You deserve
to be accepted

Little girl tears
and little girl fears
coming to life
over the years

You lived in my closet
and under my bed
but now I find you
living in my head

Nightmares come
in many forms
mine appear
as crashing storms

Awaiting the day
when I'll be set free
But ******* a monster
when the monster is me

Is there ever gonna be
Anything but what I see?

Slipping through my fingers
Running out the clock
Leaving the door open
Yet never looking back

Memories slowly fading
Words lost in the wind
One glimpse of the past
Then you're gone again

I AM SICK
OF POETS
TRYING TO
BE POETIC.

IT'S BEEN
DONE FAR
TOO MANY
TIMES.