my body has been
desecrated
by the expressions of love
of all of those
who came before you

yes
they did treat my body
like a temple
but for a temporary god
who vanishes
when day breaks

little did they know
that it broke me
too

i am thankful
that i still have
my memories
because they were all
that you couldnt take

you called me beautiful
but once you grew to know me
you were quick to tell me
that i was not

and that says more
about you
than it does
about my beauty

walking away
isnt always giving up
sometimes
its realizing
that theres nothing left
to stay and fight for

that* (pronoun)
\ˈthat, thət\

used by the misunderstanding to describe the depth of thought and/or emotion experienced by the reader upon reading poetry that has been ripped directly from the author's soul

it is hard
to tell yourself
that the worst days
are behind you

when you feel like
you are still
living through them

the question is no longer
"when will i be happy?"
but rather
"will i ever be happy?"

he looked at me
with sleepy eyes

eyelids trying to hide
deep spiderwebs of thought

"smile"
he said
and when i did
the storm was
calmed