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Nadia Laird Apr 2018
Don’t you dare
Don’t you dare look
In that mirror
Like it’s broken
And your bad luck
Is the body in front of you
Don't you dare

Don't you dare
Grip your sides
Any harder
Wishing they could fall off as easily
As the anger and frustration
From your lashes could
Don't you dare

Don't you dare
Tell me
Your heart is
Only as big as your fist
For I’ve seen you kneel down
Your pride
For the happiness of another
Don't you dare
I swear to god don't you dare
Tell me
You are not enough
Because in all honesty
You’re right.
You are
So much
More
Than one
*******
Word,
My love.
And don't you dare
Ever
Believe any different.
Nadia Laird Apr 2018
I fell in love with brown eyes,
Yet they were no longer brown.
They were an amber
Ambers sparked into flames
In the rings of their iris
I wanted every gold fleck of light
On the rusted mahogany
Twisting bridges
Flickering under their shadowy dark lashes
To lead the way
And I didn't care where.

I fell in love with green eyes
Yet they were no longer green
They were a forest
Dark and mysterious
With dense mossy rifts
Entwined with one another
You lose yourself in seconds
If you go too far
The streaks of sparkling champagne
Sunlit rays peaking through
Leafy Junipers and evergreens

I fell in love with blue eyes
Yet they were no longer blue
They were brighter than the sky
Deeper than the ocean
A sea
Of teal
Waves of sapphire crash down
Circling the endless abyss
Dilating
And
Expanding
Making even tears glimmer like diamonds
As they fall down their cheek

I fell in love with hazel eyes
The iris that changes from day to night and over again
Swirls of chestnut coffee in a mug
sitting on a bed of green grass
The taupe and raw umber trees drape over
shading the circular meadow
sunshine peaking through
kissing the green with gold
and a bright blue sky
lighting it all

I fell in love with the window
To their soul
True emotions
Not being deceived by the smile on their face
Personality dripping down like tears
I fell in love with the truth.
Nadia Laird Apr 2018
I want to grow old and say I donated
A fortune to charity
That I regret ever caring about popularity.
That my now vast vocabulary
Isn’t just vulgarity
That I lived my life in sincerity
And in that, I found clarity.
But as of now,
Life’s as clear as mud
Good thing that one of the greatest things
My brother has ever taught me
Is how to play in the dirt.

— The End —