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One may never know sadness until they look into the eyes of someone who doesn't love them back
Just as one can't know love
without knowing pain
Or anger without realizing peace
And happiness
without a little grief
For emotions are counter active,
and surely you have to know both sides of the story before you understand it
You and I
Wove a beutiful tapestry
all the right colors
in all the right places
but there is this red string
of lie
that got woven in
unseen by me
and when I saw it
and pulled it
the whole tapestry
fell apart.

And part of me
wants to weave it
right back
from the start.
Falling apart. Wake me up. Please.
I'm stuck with writing poems just to forget what we really were about
Words are bringing me so deeply insane
And I don't think I could look myself again.

So I write this poem to you for the last time
I don't think any words to rhyme
Cause my heart sinks into
Thinking the day spend without you.
  Jun 2015 Henrianne Dela Cruz
Parnini
I am not beautiful...
        I am choked up tears, cover-up smiles
        the kind of light that turns you blind
        from having too less or more than enough.

I am not beautiful...
        I am scratched out scars, burnt out heart
        the kind of storm that wrecks up lives
        creeping stealthily through the night.

I am not beautiful...
        I am not your quintessential girl
        the kind that walks with a perfect stance
        swaying waist of 26" and pretty face all made up

I am not beautiful...
      I am edges and curves, messy hair and everything you *never
dreamt of
       The kind that repulses you by skin, and attracts you by mind
       Someone you'll never know because. . .


I am not beautiful.
Ok. So this is a tribute to all the girls out there who feel inferior in some way or the other to someone else because of their looks. Who crouch up infront of a mirror singling out every pimple, every scar, every curve of cellulite wishing em away.

No, I'm not going to say you're beautiful. I'm not going to say those girls you stalk on instagram and facebook are plastic dolls. I will say, it's okay. Its okay if you're not pretty. It's okay because at the end of the day there is always going to be someone better, smarter, kinder, prettier than you. Its okay because nobody has it all. Its okay because there are other things you have. You could be a writer, a poet, a dancer, a stand up comedian, a cartoonist... heck, anything!

The world these days is obsessed with made up faces. It categories humans into ugly and beautiful then says the only thing that's true is inner beauty. **** that. You don't need that. Its okay to be you. Being beautiful isn't everything. It's okay to be not beautiful.

Hugs and love,
P
You
I thought you were true.
Now I can't trust you.
Defrauder. Liar. You said you don't want to break me. You said you won't. You said I could trust you. I trusted you. I trusted you with all my heart. You lied. You lied. And I died. And it hurts that I am in a position that I shouldn't be hurting. You are not fair. You are selfish.
You
I thought you were true.
Now I can't trust you.
Defrauder. Liar. You said you don't want to break me. You said you won't. You said I could trust you. I trusted you. I trusted you with all my heart. You lied. You lied. And I died. And it hurts that I am in a position that I shouldn't be hurting. You are not fair. You are selfish.
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