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mikhaila Jan 2018
I look at my clothes,
and I remember you.
I see an old notebook,
and I remember you.
I look to the stars,
and I remember you.
I look in the mirror,
but I no longer see you.
mikhaila Jan 2018
The walls were all closing in.
Hope was fading.
Love was drifting away.
The light vanished from her eyes.
Her eyes that once sparkled with inspiration,
dedication,
love,
motivation.
Now sat empty,
broken,
tired.
She was giving up,
she was losing.
Until He came along.
He saved her,
He redeemed her,
He set her free,
He brought the light back into her eyes.
She finally won.
mikhaila Jan 2018
In a sense they are all the same.
Tissues, paper cranes, and airplanes.
But one tied me down
and one set me free.
One told me no
and one told me yes.
One told me to crawl
and one told me to soar.
So, in a sense,
they aren’t the same at all.
mikhaila Jan 2018
Oh, darling,
look in the mirror,
look at the body that houses your soul
look at the ones and the muscles that allow you to grow,
look at the creases and dips in your skin,
look at the beautiful skin you’re in.
Look at the way your lips part when you speak,
look at the words of your soul scattered across your skin,
look in the mirror a little longer.
Look at the way your eyes blink in the light,
look at the way your smile shines bright,
look at the way you stand with strength and dignity,
look at your body like it’s your home.
Look at the scars and bruises that are proof we have lived,
look at the tattoos, old and new.
Take a little longer to stand in the mirror.
Take a little longer to appreciate the body you call home.
Take a little longer to learn to truly appreciate your body,
because, oh, darling,
you are so beautiful in the skin you’re in.
mikhaila Jan 2018
I sit in my car snow panging like rain
waiting for you to send your fatal mistake
I cry and I cry head hitting the horn
realizing that I am mentally scarred
breaking down in my little red car
you sent me a message of your long written scar.
mikhaila Jan 2018
I sit in the tub, droplets hitting my face
thinking about, "You are a disgrace."
A little pink razor looking at me,
I drop my head to my knees.
I say “Not today you silvery fiend,”
as I drag my knees to my chest
I look to the ceiling and humbly plead
in a quiet voice, “Oh, save me, please.”
mikhaila Jan 2018
am I beautiful yet?
tears are streaming down my face
my hip bones are protruding through my skin
my stomach talks to me in my sleep

am I beautiful yet?
my clothes are falling off my body
energy is slowly draining
my bones ache

am I beautiful yet?
my mind is filled with taunting thoughts
the cold seeps deep between the wrinkles of my brain
my heart murmurs your name in the dead of night

am I beautiful yet?
I did this all for you
for you to see me different
I hope I look different

so, do I look different?
do I look beautiful?
am I beautiful yet?
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