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Jan 2018
Her
Many thoughts that were once in your mind come back in
    a second when looking at the right person.

She's my trigger.

I was happy with myself:

Body type, ****** features, hair, and weight didn't matter to me.

The moment my eyes lock onto hers, everything I thought was okay disappears.

I am alone with the monster once again.

"I wish I was... I should be/have... Why am I [not]...

Why can't I be... I'll never be... I am not..."

© 2017 Omni Winters
October 23rd, 2017
Written by
Eliana Vieira  22/F/Rhode Island
(22/F/Rhode Island)   
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