I don't want to hear
        you're hot
I want to hear
                     you're funny
          your personality is amazing
you're adventurous
             you're lovely
                         you're an inspiration
          *you're worth it

I wonder if he knows
My heart beats for him always

I wonder if he senses
The loneliness in my days

I wonder if he thinks
About the poems I write for him

I wonder if he questions
*why did I date a poet

tell me that I can't
        and I'll show you that I'm more than
                 capable.
tell me that I'm worthless
        and I'll point out my infinity price
                 tag.
tell me that I'm nothing
        and I won't prove it because I know
                 my worth, it doesn't mean you
                 have to.

Sometimes we let ourselves go,
We let our significant other control our minds.
We’re there for our friends but what happened to no man left behind?
When did liquor bottles become our safe haven?
We put glass against our wrist because our high self esteem was taken
By people we trusted most, by people we don’t even know.
They’ll tell you life isn’t fair, but they’re the ones treating your life like a show
With lights and cameras and they get away with it because they didn’t yell action, they whispered it
Into ears they promised not to tell.
No wonder your life is utter hell
We intrust people that tell us comforting things
But what we don’t know is that with comfort, a knife they bring
And they stab you in the places you don’t realize are wounded
And later that same year with that same friend, you’re excluded.
Tell me why we cry at night when no ones around to hear,
Tell me why we put our skin against spears.
I hate the fact that the one we love most and can see living our entire human lives with
Is the one that hurts us and makes us feel unworthy.
Why do we live our lives like a contradiction?
When did causing ourselves pain become an addiction?
We want to be happy, yet we surround ourselves with people who make us feel sad,
We want to follow our dreams, yet we act like they are dreams we never had.
We want to live a long life, but we pray to God to die every day,
It’s year 17’ and we’re slowing starting to decay.

to all women

your body is beautiful
your body is also your own
and no one has the right to tell you your personal preferences
you do not have to be skin and bones
you're allowed to have hair on your body
how did we get from loving ourselves to slightly mutilating the natural state of our bodies
in order to be deemed *acceptable
it's ridiculous
that us women are ashamed of our scars
we're meticulous
about our body hair and how much is too much
we're limitless
in how far we'll go to hide or cover up our stretch marks
our vigilance
of our acne and how each spot seems like a curse
our willfulness
to shut out mouths about what happens to our bodies every month
our diligence
in making our waist size smaller
our bodies are a landscape and whatever lies upon it is beautiful
our scars are stories that tell about our experiences
our body hair is natural so why should it matter if people are offended by it
our stretch marks are badges of honor saying look at how strong this body is
our acne isn't ugly or nasty, it's a sign that we're going through the normal phases of life
our periods are beautiful and are designed to help us bare children
our weight and body size do not make us ugly, they make us who we are
once we realize that our bodies are beautiful
and that it doesn't matter what people have to say about it
we can finally understand that we need to take care of our body
because it is our home and it's the only place we have to live
your body is beautiful
your body is also your own.