I am fake,
Fake as can be,
You won't ever meet the true me,
My mask has grown,
To far to come off,
So can someone tell me i'm real,
Real now,
Real forever,
I feel like i'm trapped in someone I built.

a striking slice along the creamy white
freckle galaxy that is my thighs

is this what i've become?

a dab of crimson, slow pour at first
then a scarlet waterfall, perfect picture of my pain.

why did i do this

throbbing pain, dulling my senses
my mind is numb, almost at ease.

it hurts, i knew it would

gently easing cotton over wound,
bittersweet burgundy blood, feeding into pristine purity

what have i done

Hello poetry
Has helped me find
Myself in ways
I never knew existed

All the support
All the love
From all of you
Who helped me rise above

I have written poetry for many years
But for a short time being here
I’ve grown and learned so much
For just over a year

Almost 700 poems or writes
You have all push me with all my might
Some short
    Some long
       Some fiction
          Some real
But all from the heart

Hello poetry has helped me find me
Pull my own words outside of head
From the bottom of my heart
I thank all of you
For your non judgment and your constant support

I remember that day, yes.
The very first moment I laid eyes on you.
You were stunning, something about you was just different.
I had no choice but to talk to you.
And look at us now -- separated but still together,
miles away but still connected.
The chakra that comes off of you is most reflected in love --
but I saw that coming.
Oh, my beautiful Mari.
You are my best friend, my confidant, my go-to-gal.
One day.
I will see those eyes of your again.
I will feel that heartbeat again.
I will kiss you, something I regret not doing.
You will see me again.
Whether it be a minute or a year from now,
I will be there.
Hold on, love.
I'm coming home.