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 Sep 2015 Lottie
Ryder Rose
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 Sep 2015 Lottie
Ryder Rose
As you part your lips
your tongue cuts though walls I've built
Leaving nothing but
broken elements
of myself
s ha t ter ed
into a thousand p
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 Sep 2015 Lottie
L
your mirror
 Sep 2015 Lottie
L
Do you see yourself the way I see you?
No, of course not.
You see yourself as many things...
awkward. lanky. unattractive.
unloveable.

After all, who could ever love a man like you?

I could.
And I do, luv.

I see you as many things...
intelligent. beautiful. attractive beyond belief.
loveable.

Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself,
*But by reflection, by some other things.
inspired by the last lines, taken from "Julius Caesar"
 Sep 2015 Lottie
L
why do you do the things you do?
your body says,
"Come hither."
but your eyes say
"Why bother?"

so which is it, boy?
surely,
if you didn't want me in the slightest,
you would have left me years ago...
just like the others.

yet here you stand,
as beautiful as ever.

I call you Beatiful Boy...
but those are just
words.
do you believe you are beautiful?

your hazel eyes full of insecurity say
"No."
they are full of memories and
taunts from bullies of the past...
but they aren't here anymore, Beauitful Boy.
they're long gone.
the only one that remains is me.

can you see me?
 Sep 2015 Lottie
L
14w
 Sep 2015 Lottie
L
14w
You are becoming my sense of home, one that I don't feel like abandoning.
Sorry for all the short stuff

**
Leigh
 Sep 2015 Lottie
L
16w
 Sep 2015 Lottie
L
16w
You, with eyes of blue and a heart of gold, are repairing me - piece by piece.
I love you I love you how did I get so lucky to have you I don't deserve you not at all I love you

**
Leigh
 Sep 2015 Lottie
JC Lucas
Skinny
 Sep 2015 Lottie
JC Lucas
I was born tall and thin
and pink
like a ****** steak.
I cried until I could run
and then ran
like a lunatic,
screaming peals of laughter
and destroying
without guilt
as kids do-

and still I was
skinny.

I was skinny in elementary school.
The other kids took to football
and dirt bikes.
I was still pink
like an underripe
tomato.

I grew up tall and thin
in a world for shorter
and fuller people.
With crooked teeth and
glasses.

I was skinny in middle school.
When the other kids started to build muscle
you could've played my ribs
like a xylophone.
You still could.

I grew up tall and thin
and frustrated
like a ****.
I never fit on public busses
or in the little plastic desks
at school.
My feet stuck off the end of my bed.
They still do.
I slouched and hiked my shoulders up
so as not to obstruct others'
line of sight.

I still do.

I was skinny
when I first fell in love.
What she saw in me,
I can't say.
I was tall
and thin
and crooked
but I wanted so badly,
just for once,
to be the right shape
for her.
She was rather short
and had caramel skin.
We made an odd couple.

I grew up tall and thin,
a square peg in a world of round holes.
I'm skinny today-
a pinkish wisp
with a skinny soul
tucked away behind dark sunglasses.

I was born skinny.
And I'll probably die skinny
too,
and make a tall,
thin corpse
for a much
shorter,
wider
casket.
 Sep 2015 Lottie
PJ
We talk as if
Your hands have more wrinkles
And your eyes have seen
The world

As if
I don't deserve your
Time or effort because
You don't want to be seen with
An embarrassment like me, because
I haven't "lived"

But please don't forget
You once looked at me with
Eyes that didn't need
To see the world,
And once, your inexperienced
Hands were used for learning the curves
Of my body rather than illustrating
The journeys that have made you so
Cultured and wise

Darling, I'm so sorry, but
You've got it all wrong
As if you know what
It really means to
Live
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