My back hurts by it being stabbed so many times.
My ears hurt from hearing all the lies you told.
My eyes hurt from crying all night.
My head hurts from trying to untangle my feelings.
My heart hurts from all the sabotage.
And even though I hurt everywhere,
my back,
my ears,
my eyes
my head,
my heart,
all always seem to find a way to crawl back to you.

Friday has approached.
The day we’ve all been waiting for.
The anticipation is spilling out of you like nothing else.
You think this is your time to let loose.
Making bad decisions because “you’re young”
Sure weekends are great,
but when you are making all these great mistakes,
imagine your mother’s face as she sees your eyes bloodshot and your tongue unable to speak a word that can be comprehendible.
Look at you.
That’s not the person she raised you to be, is it?
Be smart,
if for nothing else, for the sake of your mother.

My head is a jigsaw puzzle.
It takes a while, but I always find a way to complete it.
Such beauty when it is complete, a masterpiece some say
But every moment I connect the last piece,
You seem to always want to pull apart the pieces,
rearrange them in an order that confuses.
And I am left to start the puzzle once again.

And even though you’ve hurt me so many times,
I still want you to be safe.
It’s like you made me step on a bed of nails,
but I’m making sure you don’t step on a single one of them.

I’m trying to get better.
I’m trying to help myself.
I’m trying to move on.
But I look at myself.
I’m just trying to grab attention
for someone to help me,
to shout from the rooftop,
YOU ARE ENOUGH.
I’m searching for love,
wherever it may be,
and whatever it may be.
Why can’t I be happy with myself?
Why can’t I be enough,
not even for another,
but for myself?
But the truth is,
I’m settling for less,
because you made me believe I don’t deserve anything more.

She pulls her hair up every morning and looks in the mirror.
Sometimes she loves everything about her.
Her complexion
Her smile.
The way she glows with radiance.
But on the other days, she wants to shatter the mirror.
Her stomach is sticking out
Her eyebrows slowly look deteriorated
Her thighs stick together.
Her eyes are puffy from crying all night
And then one day, she realized she could be both.
Yes, she’s a little on the heavier side, but look how she glows with confidence about it.
Sure, she’s been crying, but it makes her look even stronger.
It’s called balance.