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Is it sad that I feel the most beautiful when I'm standing in front of my mirror half naked? When I feel the most **** I've never had the room to cry about a bad weight complex. I've always been beautifully thin and no angle not pleasing to look at...or so I've been told.... Told by the same male who broke down my walls and worked his hardest to get in... only to see the beautiful body under this princess' gown. The male who broke my walls and when left broke my heart leaving this beautiful body empty. I look in the mirror in my new lingerie feeling beautiful...feeling fake, because every time I see myself like this reminds me of how I looked just like this. Just as pretty, just as **** in my underclothes as I did then. And it feels so wrong and so right that I stopped looking.
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
In my Lingerie.
Is it sad that I feel the most beautiful when I'm standing in front of my mirror half naked? When I feel the most **** I've never had the room to cry about a bad weight complex. I've always been beautifully thin and no angle not pleasing to look at...or so I've been told.... Told by the same male who broke down my walls and worked his hardest to get in... only to see the beautiful body under this princess' gown. The male who broke my walls and when left broke my heart leaving this beautiful body empty. I look in the mirror in my new lingerie feeling beautiful...feeling fake, because every time I see myself like this reminds me of how I looked just like this. Just as pretty, just as **** in my underclothes as I did then. And it feels so wrong and so right that I stopped looking.
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
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