When I was younger and I had more on my plate than I could eat, my father would tell me,
"Your eyes are bigger than your stomach!"
And while it was never meant to do any harm,
I couldn't help but desire to shrink.
Portions were no longer a problem
because very rarely did I eat.
The closest thing I got to eating
was eating away.
All I could see in myself was something too large
and I became so insecure
that my eyes being bigger than the size of my stomach
was all that I could ask for.

You are a poem with feet

this is a mirror
you are a sentene

We are a cycle
we go to school
to go to college
to get a job
to get married
to have kids
that start the cycle again
but remember
we are
free.
What if the cycle was broken
It's scientifically known that cycles make things go faster
so are we really
living
or just speeding up the process?

They say that if you can't sleep at night, it's because you're awake in someone else's dream.
You must dream of me a lot, because I can never sleep
and when I do
I dream of you
so you must have insomnia, too.

she sits
in the field
and she picks the pretty daisies
one
by one
    by one
and she pulls off the petals
saying
he loves me
he loves me not
he loves me
he loves me not
and as she picks and pulls
she hopes
hopes for day
when the petals will fall
and all she’ll ever need to say is
he loves me