Am I good enough
Am I smart enough
Am I pretty enough
Creative enough
short enough tall enough
slim enough funny enough
loving enough caring enough
enough enough enough
empty enough

Who knew I would fall in love with you
from a gutsy "Hi" and "How are you"?
Who knew a few weeks later
We'd spend all night talking,
A night we would always remember?
Who knew that we had nothing in common
but still found each other to be the perfect match?
Who knew we would be giving out promises that we said would last?
But of course who knew that would all change?
Who knew tears could leave so many small stains?
Who knew love, such a beautiful, and magnificent thing...could sting?
Who knew I would lose you...my everything?

I don't care 'bout' grammar
'***' grammar don't care 'bout' me
Poo to punctuation
Poo with a big 'P'ee
Write it as you find it
Word it as you say
Make it real ...as you feel
So text police ...go away !

I guess it's '***' i'm lazy
Not bothered and ' so there'
So i'll write it as i 'fink' it
You don't like it ? ...i don't care !

I've got a box of secrets,
That I've hidden away,
Safe and sound

Most are mine,
Some are yours,
As well as,
A few of others.

I trusted you,
With my box of secrets,
And you tipped it over.

All my secrets
Spilled right out
For all the world to see.

By the time I,
Had cleaned them all up,
You were long gone.

But I want you to know,
That if you spill my secrets again,
I will clean up mine
But leave yours lying in the dust.

It is so good to see you laugh.
So good to see you put yourself first,
and for neither one of us to finish last.

Dear beautiful child of God,
I think you're going to be amazed.
When you see the old, broken pieces
so quickly faded and washed away.

When you get to see a Godly creation,
newly formed and imperfectly made.
A creation of yourself that is so perfect,
because you gave yourself away.

Dear beautiful  you,
I hope you're forgetting about the past.
About what once was, so something better
might come to pass.

Dear you,
it is so good to see you smile.
Even if it is an
awkward, stolen glance
and only lasts this little
short while.

Mirror, Mirror,* on my wall,
I just want to be thin, pretty and tall.

Mirror, Mirror, if I change my hair,
Maybe someone will start to care?

Mirror, Mirror, if I starve myself,
At least I’ll be beautiful, forget my health.

Mirror, Mirror, if I cut my wrist,
Will I feel like I exist?

Mirror, Mirror, don’t you see?
What you show, is ruining me.