She wakes up each morning
Looks in the mirror
…
She puts an oversized hoodie over

Straightens her hair
Like every other girl in her school
Oh no
She burns her finger

Covers her imperfections
With powders
That suffocate her skin

Coats her eyelashes
With sticky black goop
That crusts when it dries

Her mother calls her down for breakfast
“I’m not hungry”
She says
She hasn’t been hungry for two weeks

You know what they say
Beauty is pain

She goes to school
Why is everyone else so skinny?
And beautiful?
And perfect?
She wishes she were them

But what she doesn’t know
Is that
Those skinny, beautiful, perfect girls
Wishes they were her

Yes, you

I see you've stumbled upon my poem

This is just a reminder
That you're beautiful
And amazing
And if you ever need someone to talk to
I'm here for you

Sincerely,
Your friend

who am i
to write about a boy that doesn’t belong to me?
your hand isn’t mine to hold, lips to kiss.
i am meant to be in solitude,
but oh how i wish
to have someone i don’t have to explain myself to,
someone i don’t have to apologize to
for my involuntary flinch
when i hear certain words.
someone who will tell me
“baby it’s not your fault your past is so ******* up.”
and we would swallow bits of the stars
so we could share the stories of our ancestors and
read each other’s horoscopes and
ooh & ahh about
how compatible we are.
oh how i wish to have someone
who will make me forget
i am meant to be in solitude.

I miss the taste of your lips
With every sip of coffee

I miss the fragrance of your body
With every breath, I breathe

I miss the good old days
With every sleepless night, I survive

Oh, my beautiful nightmare!
Oh, my darling,
Let me love you
Till my fingertips memorize you.

i am a small seed
with so much potential
so much possibility

i could grow to become a beautiful flower
or a ****

what if I can be both
both

a beautiful flower
and
a ****

why would you want to be a ****?
you may ask
i want to be the rarest, most beautiful flower there is
you may say

i want to be like a ****
because no matter how hard people try to destroy them
the weeds will stay strong
keep growing
keep flourishing
and that’s exactly what I strive to be

flowers are so beautiful
yet delicate
they fall apart so easily
but it is ok
because as long as if
they bring joy to someone’s life
even for just a second

as long as if I
can bring joy to someone’s life
it is ok

i want to be like a dandelion
a flower
and a ****

masterpiece
where are you now
you can not denie
whats deep inside

masterpiece
your all alone
nobody by your side
your tired
your scared

masterpiece
you see some hope
shimmering through the window
you see life
you strive for succssess
you make it

beacuse i am a
MASTERPIECE