I have no more inspiration.
A forced line...
Trying to describe my love for you...I come to a blank.
And that's when you know a poet it truly in love. They take your words away as well as your breath. You love them unconditionally to the point you cant romanticize it down on paper anymore because the magic you feel and see when you're with them cant be described.
The words you force for them are sub-par and inadequate.
The poems are an unwritten scripture to the one you worship in the bedroom.

Whatever God created one like me?
One filled with such a stunning yearn
To be lauded so bountifully
To have the praise I feel I've earned

And yet what deceitful praise be this?
This medal, prize, or boon I seek?
Life's great champion gets a kiss
At his stage's end, upon his cheek

Life's not worth living, lest I receive
The title I think rightfully mine
From it I truly feel bereaved
My great pursuit, my silver line

But to what end will I yet place?
My worth on such a goal as this
This victory I've given all to chase
I fear that it does not exist

Outside my mind there's no such thing
As being "first" or "better" than
These people I've been slandering
For ego's sake, my fellow man

What will become of the narcissist?
And of the competitor at that?
My flaws make a prodigious list
My pride is huge, my doubt is fat

The only cure is to accept
Perfection is an imperfect aim
I'm smart to think that I'm inept
And that for me, to lose is gain

My body is a roadmap
Dotted with state lines and stretch marks and red arrows pointing to You Are Here.
There are scars like flags crossing my arms claiming gripping holding fast to this
Earth this life
Highways that lead nowhere
Train tracks that click clack against my ribcage
Cars that rumble in my brain.
Exhaust fumes fogging thoughts.
My body wears these hills on my chest like rugged territory unstaked unstated these weight plateaus like failure flatlining against the horizon.
My body is untraveled unfolded uncreased
These eyes like lakes see depth from new perspective dipping fresh into cool clear vision.
These legs like rivers cut through worlds rushing hard and fast
This head like boulder
steady and stoic even with anxiety
quaking through my core.
My body is a roadmap.
I seek only adventures within.

Days. Weeks. Months. Years.
We'd like to think we can outrun our fears
But we all know that is a fool's hope
The body that hangs at the end of the rope
Doesn't live on the promises of tomorrow
And neither should we

Someone else's illness
won't make your cold any better

Someone else's tsunami
won't stop your wave from pulling you under

Someone else's hurricane
won't stop your thunderstorm

Someone else's novel
won't make your sentence meaningless

Someone else's depression
won't make your sadness go away

Someone else's excitement
won't diminish your happiness

Someone else's better
won't take away your best

Someone else
won't be you

when someone tells you be to be small and you've spent your whole life trying to be looked up to contrary to your size things get messy
It was a small remark which they treat as any other sentence in the English language and they probably don't know what it means for someone to say that.
They laugh and I laugh because that makes me "normal"
I am not normal by any means so maybe I should stop trying

I want to be remembered, like her
I want to be creative, like her
I want to be cared for, like her
I want to be someone's best, like her
I just want to be someone I can never be!
...like her

Much of our unhappiness comes about when comparing ourselves with someone else
I walk the halls my eyes darting left to right
Accessing what I wish I could have.
I know I am not alone, the urge to be perfect consumes everyone's minds
Nearly drowning ourselves with a false notion that we should be better than our peers
Our views are distorted and expectations so high they are unattainable.
You look at the person next to you and instantly insecurities fill the empty spaces in your mind
But do you ever stop to think they may be thinking the same thing?
Wish you could be like her? Tall, outgoing, and thin like her? So focused on her you lose yourself.
Wish you could be like him? Strong, athletic, and good-looking like him? Who says you aren't good enough?
Wanting so fiercely so intensely to find perfection we often lose our soul
So busy ignoring God's gifts that we fail to even recognize any of his blessings
Living in a world that’s not quite up to par, we compare more than just
ourselves.
We compare the days and the weeks wishing they could just be a little bit
better.
We compare other families to our own wanting so badly to be “like them"
From our bodies to our ability to make people laugh, is there anything
that will be good enough for ourselves?
When you live in a world filled with constant comparison it can swallow your joy and steal your happiness
Let confidence take you by the hand and lead you to peace
Let it go
We are letting time slip through our fingers.
So focused on not being good enough, we end up just going through the motions
Let the feeling of now pump through your veins
Immerse yourself in the present
Take pride in the talents God has given you and use them to help others
This world isn't about you and your looks it is about the happiness you have in your heart
You will not be remembered by your physical attributes because they fade away with the hands of time
Your compassion, your love, and your journey and the lives that you touched along the way. THESE are the moments you will be remembered by.
At the moment you stop comparing yourself to others is the moment that you are free because the person sitting next to you is doing the exact same thing.                                  
You are not alone.