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He doesn't understand when I tell him "I'm ugly, but it's okay I'm fine with it" "I know I'm big, but it doesn't bother me" "Listen hon, you don't have to spend every minute with me, I know you're gonna be bored if that happens" He doesn't get that I have spent years accepting the fact that I am fat, ugly, boring I can say these things and not have any self hatred when I say them at least, not overt But he kisses me and says he doesn't know how I could think that that I am beautiful, badass, interesting, cute, and wonderful He says it so sincerely that I can't bear to contradict him The thing is, the more he says it the more I'm starting to believe him
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
Belief
He doesn't understand when I tell him "I'm ugly, but it's okay I'm fine with it" "I know I'm big, but it doesn't bother me" "Listen hon, you don't have to spend every minute with me, I know you're gonna be bored if that happens" He doesn't get that I have spent years accepting the fact that I am fat, ugly, boring I can say these things and not have any self hatred when I say them at least, not overt But he kisses me and says he doesn't know how I could think that that I am beautiful, badass, interesting, cute, and wonderful He says it so sincerely that I can't bear to contradict him The thing is, the more he says it the more I'm starting to believe him
kate-ravella
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 11:50 AM UTC
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