Let it be known that every second of the day my heart was visibly displayed on my sleeve waiting for someone to fall in love with it
That I loved eating bowls of Oreos like they were cereal, and dark chocolate in the late hours of the night
That my addictions were makeup, music, coffee and clothes, and on occasion a really good ******* book
That at work everyone could hear my laugh and voice from across the store, even with metal doors sealed shut
That my love for John Mayer was, and will be, infinite
That even though I had no clue what the hell I was doing with my life I still wanted to do everything all at once, and wished there was some way we could all live to be 200 years old so even if we were old and wrinkly and going deaf we could still be a dancer, or an astronaut
Tell everyone how I love staying up late at night and reading juicy stories, and tales, but how I HATED mornings
That my favorite drink was iced coffee with extra soy milk and tons of cinnamon sprinkled on top, and how I could eat an entire chocolate lovers cake by myself and not feel guilty
Tell them that everyday I was hopeful to find my soul mate
I want you to tell them stories about me so everyone can laugh at the silly, and straight up dumb **** I use to do or say
Like the time I threw a rock in the air and it came crashing down on me and that my screams could raise the dead and how everyone thought a ******* bee stung me but I was really being a three year old and throwing rocks around
Tell them the time I lost 20 dollars in the second grade and was too shy to ask for help
Or the time when I was 2 years old and I broke the TV by spraying to much windex on it cause I was helping my mom clean
Tell them all the stories of the shenanigans I use to get into, but most importantly..
Tell them about the time I fell in love with a girl but was too afraid to say anything
Tell them I still think about my first love, and how everyday I wish to talk to him
Tell them about the time I stayed up late at night searching for ways to cure myself because I didn't want to be a disappointment
Tell them about how I stayed up one night praying I would be able to have children of my own, even if no one would love me
Tell them about all the times my heart was broken
or when I felt alone
or abandoned
or forgotten
Tell them that I loved my friends way more than the normal dosage of affection you should give your best friends, but they still loved it
And if all of this is meaningless and I die at a ripe old age let it be known that I lived every day, as If I were to die tomorrow
And if tomorrow were my last day let them know
I loved living life

You bring back memories of a time when I watched his hands grace over the keys
Becoming jealous because he spent more time touching you instead of me
Clair de Lune he played you from beginning to end with no accompaniment from anyone
Finishing with satisfaction
Pianissimo was how he made love to both of us
I honestly hated sharing you with him
But I never lost his trust
I never saw past your scheme
The plan you had brewing for both of us
Oh Clair de Lune I thank you now
I learned he loved playing you because he loved when I watched him
He was passionate to you only to get me excited
Our foreplay
Our aphrodisiac
Clair de Lune
Thank you

Can you please stop touching my stretch marks
or the new ones that form whenever I lose or gain a pound
Stop telling me my ******* are too small
and that I should save up all my money to get them done bigger
That my ***** is so round that I knock everything over when I walk
or that my belly is A ******* BELLY
Can you please stop telling me that I need to constantly wax all the hairs from my face because once someone sees a little whisker on my upper lip I'm suddenly Sasquatch, and no guy wants to be with someone like that
Can you please stop telling me that I can never ever wear nice clothes skinner girls wear, and that looks matter all the time
Please don't tell me about how I should fall in love because last time I checked race, or age, or height, or weight, or money hasn't been proven to cause eternal happiness
Can you please stop telling me that whenever I try something new, that everyones laughing at me
Because I know they are
I've always known
You can't stop people from making fun of others
You can't stop them from gossiping, calling someone fat, or ugly or whatever they may be thinking
But you CAN stop yourself
Somedays I just wanna hear how good I look in that dress because it took me 20 minutes to leave the house after I was already late for class because I was so worried my arms were too fat
Or that the really handsome and smart athletic guy IS interested in someone like me because of how much I shine because of my soul
Can you please tell me that you can at least try to see the beauty in me
Because if you can't, and I can't, who ever will?