The rain beating down,
as puddles are skipped through.

no longer will there be frown,
but smile lifting each cheek.

as the rain bounces,
making damp feet.

the beads it creates on soft skin,
dampening it's touch.

shivering through your spine,
as you run.

spinning under storm clouds,
no shelter from nature's outburst.

it showers you so delicately,
each splash a relief.

self acceptance, that's the key,
the only thing to set you free.
once you look in the mirror and notice you're alright,
all your insecurities will take flight.
when you realise your heart continues to beat,
all problems will begin to fleet.
when you look in the mirror that hovers above the floor
one day you will realise you're lost,
confused and sad no more.

I'm using this experience,
to become someone better,
a person who devotes more time to themselves,
and their own self pleasure,
I'm going to stop being 'me'
and start as someone else,
I'm going to tackle all my problems
and not leave them to cascade.

I will be the stronger person,
confidence will envelope me,
and I will rid self hate,
I will wear kaleidoscope colours,
and plait my wild hair,
I will light incense and candles,
and not give a ****,
I will get good grades,
and work as hard as I can,

I am over all of this,
although tears have been shed,
I am good enough,
and I won't just hide away in bed.

we believe in quotes,
and passages from books,
lyrics from hurt singers,
and verses by troubled souls,
we believe in little reassurances that help us realise,
although alone,
this exact feeling has been dealt with a million and one times previously.

don't fall in love,
because you'll be the one that falls harder,
deeper,
faster,
and they'll leave and you'll just have those feelings,
and the constant reminder of them in everything you do.

I can't see anyone loving
my pudgy ugly face,
my wonky smile,
and dull eyes,
my stance and sway,
the size of my feet,
my laugh when I cry,
or the giggle that comes with joy,
the way I crack my fingers,
and how I arch my back,
I can't see anyone adoring a single thing about me,
can't see them longing,
to hold my little hands,
to squeeze me and pick me up
whenever I feel down,
I'm not very lovable,
I'm sure you all will see,
because there's far more within,
I am someone I would rather not be.

so long my lover,
I'm through with all this,
leave me alone,
I want silenced bliss,

for everything to stop,
and nothing to go on,
my heart to no longer drop,
the thought of you to bring shame.

so long my lover,
eternal is what I longed for us to be,
but that was true for me to you,
but not from you to me.

they crawl on,
as I pull through,
trying to stay in tact,
attempting to find
who I truly am,
pondering thoughts pass,
moments become memories
that my brain won't always hold,
the hands mark each number,
and everything blurs to one.

every line,
each groove and edge,
fall and sweep to create you,
that arch of your back,
and apple in your throat,
curves that fall at the base of your back,
chiseled edges of thighs,
delicate ankles,
and veins that throb,
carefully created cheeks,
and the bumps of collar bones,
plumpness of lips,
and nobble on knees,
making you perfect for me.

a breeze through your hair,
to untangle long term knots,
sunset shine falls across your face,
grass tickles legs,
the brightest stars begin to appear,
they show above branches that line paths away from home.