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You l̶o̶v̶e̶d̶ the person I was,
I hate the person I became.

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I never stopped loving you,
love became grief,
grief for 4 a.m. fifa matches,
grief for stealing food off your plate,
grief for the empty half of the bed,
grief for your ardent eyes which burned into my soul,
grief for the anger that ignited a better part of me to say "I'm sorry"
grief for the regret on your face,
grief for when in your pain you pushed me away,
grief for when you forgot who I was,
grief for when your body lost its strength,
grief for who I once was,
grief for what I became
I never stopped loving you,
love became grief,
and it hurts.

I want to love myself,
a little more than yesterday,
that is my goal,
but my image
-I̶t̶ ̶h̶u̶r̶t̶s̶

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It is true, I am a prisoner to my body.
My anxiety forever chained; inside me.
The soul imprisoned to damnation of my own creation.
I am limited,
  I write poems of sorrow,
poems of death,
poems of love; past not present
imprisoned to this absurd body and mind,
    of which there is no escape,
         imprisoned from birth to the grave.
-limited

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No brushes,
no chemically induced foundations of beauty,
no need for evolution or growth,
but evolution for self-preservation,
for your own beauty standards.
I̶d̶e̶a̶l̶ ̶B̶e̶a̶u̶t̶y̶ ̶S̶t̶a̶n̶d̶a̶r̶d̶

Please come, take me away
to where you are
I am trying,
trying,
darling trying,
but I love you.
I am f̶a̶l̶l̶i̶n̶g.