If waves could wash
Away
My memory of you
I'd sleep in the rivers, and
Drown

it confuses me how someone can think they are not beautiful,
I mean think about that beautiful spot in the woods or on the mountains or your favorite scenic place that is so breathtaking and beautiful,
the same person that made that place and this earth made you
and if that doesn't make you feel beautiful then I don't know

i will die as
frail as i came
into the world, but
the blood once covering
my entire being
will be

seeping
from
my
wrist

Screws jammed the lock
In my throat, twisting
Clockwise, choking
Tighter which each revolution.
Throbbing steady like
Hands in a clock crying
On the hour for time
Spiraling from its
Golden hands towards
Dimensions unperceived and
Already retrospect.

They throw hatred at me like daggers.
Leaving me breathless and gasping for salvation.
Even though I'm wounded -a hole in my heart-
my courage shines through because

I am a warrior of misery.

With every loathing stare, every derogatory slur, my injuries grow more. But the healing scars are stronger than stars. I will not forget,
no.
I will carry these nightmares.
Together until death do us part.

Memories are stronger than moments.

When I lie in bed at night they are what I dream of,
they are the lullabies that drag me to sleep.
I am a warrior.
They can continue to throw knives of pain my way
and I will carry on.

But the memories are what **** me.

Impressions on the surface
nearly never right at all
Liars talk of enemies to
feel they're ten feet tall
The truth between the said and done
is few and far between
I do not take to heart your tales
for I feel of it no need
If you said it to affect me
to see my rage, a fear, or cry
Your efforts, child
are useless here
Not but a ripple of
the pond