I am not afraid to
fall in love.
I am afraid to
fall out of love.
I am afraid to forget what I
once felt for someone,
because I know what it's like
to be forgotten.

(m.a.)

You're blind
        to the things
     between us
but they
   affect me
in
e
        v
    e
             r
                  y
a
    s
   p
        e
c
     t

I'd rather have scars on my cheeks
   And a crooked nose and
Bad skin and boney hips
   Or boring eyes and boring hair and a boring mouth
And someone tell me
   “You’re beautiful,”

Because I’d know they meant
   I am beautiful in the way that I talk,
In the way that I listen, in the way that I love,
   In the way that I am

Than have

   Pretty lips and pretty teeth and
Pretty hair and a pretty nose
   And ignorantly believe
That being beautiful in the way that I look
   Is enough.”