scars on her body. skin isn't clear, stretch marks, discoloring, roaming eyes, they peer, it's not perfect. still, she covers up, layers of clothes, to hide away the imperfections that many other girls show off in mid-sections.
black veils black everything, so they won't know. years of years of self inflicted damage don't worry sweetie cover it up with a bow.
As a women, learning to value, care, and love yourself, is a must!
"To fit in" used to be the definition of comfortable to me. "To fit in" meant that people won't judge you. "To fit in" means being accepted. Why not blend in with the crowd? Following the rules is relaxation to the mind. Your choices are already made for you. But yet I had to find myself in order to be happy. I had to stop living up to people's expectations. I had to stop being something I'm not. I had to be Creative. Original. Courageous. I have to be Different for the sake of my Happiness.
Every night When am in bed All i think about is You Holding me I don't think I'll ever let someone this close Maybe I don't know Maybe i hoped Something would change My mistake But still You will always Be that someone for me That someone I will always need When am alone at night When i want someone to hold me Without saying a word Just letting me Sink into Someone i would hold hands with Without hating it Someone i will feel comfortable with But only At night Cause that's what i will always be to you That's how it will always be Just you Just me Never us My mistake
There is a fine line between comfortable and safe Because being comfortable is the reverse of being safe When you’re uncomfortable you have all of your walls up Safe Nobody gets in If you hadn’t been comfortable maybe he wouldn’t have left you in the dust Picking up the broken pieces of your heart But like a jigsaw puzzle lost to time You couldn’t find all the pieces You’re broken and it’s because you were comfortable with him There’s a stutter in your throat when you say “I- I l-lo-love y-ou” Because “I love you” means comfortable and comfortable means being hurt again And he can’t understand why it comes out so broken He can’t understand why you try to keep yourself uncomfortable around him Because the last time you were comfortable You were harassed until the only option you could see to get out was a thread and a tree And a goodbye Because comfortable sounds like hugs and kisses and warm nights cuddled in bed But the reality of comfortable is Pain and vulnerability and never being able to trust again Maybe you’d have been safer being uncomfortable
Is this a rant? Am I good at poetry? Yes Probably not
my body is my home I have let many people come and go for the hope that they would find it comfortable enough to stay the truth is each time I thought they would but I'm beginning to think I am better off being admired from afar spend a little time in me you'll find the girl I wish I wasn't behind closed doors my windows are all broken and there's dirt on all my floors
Largely white except splotches of color of personality binders papers posters paper weights Black the chair The screens of the electronic appliances Gray, for a more professional feel with touches of beige the carpet the outlets Florescent lights shockingly white shockingly bright ... Personalized Yet, uniform ... Comfortable yet professional ... ... ... Is my teacher's desk