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Laura Feb 2020
I see a girl shrouded in fear
Doubt, anxiety plague her every thought
She clings to what she knows
Seeks only what’s familiar
And has trouble opening up

I see a girl steeped in insecurity
“Too fat, too dumb
Too sensitive, can’t take a joke”
She seeks validation from others
And thinks she’s unlovable

But now I see a girl
Who is strong, resilient
She wears her scars proudly
Like armor
Her willingness to be vulnerable
Is her greatest asset
It allows her to love fiercely
And unapologetically
She knows what she’s worth

Now I see a girl
She projects light
And hope
All she wants
Is to instill into others
That same spark of passion
She now feels
Because she knows that life
Is very much worth living
Laura Feb 2020
Oh how you make me smile
Every word, every story shared.
The fact that you always call me
Driving home from work,
Just another daily ritual i get to be apart of.
Id be a part of it all if i could.
With every second that you shower me in your love and attention,
My heart swells with more and more love for you,
More than i thought possible.
Every look shared between us
Every kiss,
Even every tear or tough conversation
Im grateful for it all.
Because as my love for you continues to grow,
So too does my love for someone else.
Me.
Loving me has never come easy,
But with you it only gets easier.
Goddess, koibito, babygirl,
Youve shown me that im all of these and more.
Kindness, a stern gentleness,
The way you are with me and with all those you love.
Youre so special and i wish you could see it.
Sunny disposition, always jokes at the ready.
Never fails to make me laugh
Never fails to make me smile.
Laura Feb 2020
Enough
This word
Enough
Has haunted me
For so long.
Skinny enough?
Pretty enough?
Smart enough?
Am I doing enough?
Am I good enough?
Sometimes it feels like
No matter how much I do
Or how much I try
The answer is a resounding
No.

Why am I not tough enough?
Why can’t I relax enough?
Take a joke,
Laugh it off.
Let me have my fun.
I try to but I can’t.
The weight of expectations
Both self-imposed
Or otherwise,
Feels like its bearing down
Crushing me
‘Till I can’t breathe.
Every mistake
Every perceived misstep
Feels like a fatal blow.

I don’t know what enough
Even means
Or who I need to be enough for.
But maybe once I reach it,
I will know.

— The End —