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Cody Haag Dec 2015
He calls my body a canvas,
Tells me that it is beautiful.
That my blemishes are beautiful,
My hair that curls a little too much in the back is beautiful,
My scars are beautiful,
My acne is beautiful,
My Vitiligo is beautiful,
My stretch marks are beautiful.

He tells me these things,
And I'm scared to believe him;
The idea of showing him my whole body is
Terrifying.

But if there's one person in the world,
Who can look upon my body without disdain,
With light in his eyes,
It's him.

I'm so thankful.
How did I get so lucky?
Sam Hain Oct 2015
Fingertips ******
   Dig, impose,
Pick at a crusty
   ****** nose.

O.O
Natasha Oct 2015
You fall a thousand times, and each
one, I'll pick you up.
hundreds of knives dropped from sky
high and I look
everywhere but up.

I'm burying my soul I'm digging my grave I'm getting too
**** attached to save myself,
and I am only to blame.
I don't want to trust and I don't need to know I don't need anyone
I just need to be alone,
even though I loath...

The walls whispering in the night, the sheets around my throat too tight, the most comforting things bringing me to my very brink of terror.

They well tears in my eyes
and raise the tiny hairs across my
pale arms.

They're coming for me, but
don't be alarmed,

you can't see them so
they shan't cause you any harm.

they're in my closet
they're in my bed
they're in my kitchen
they're in my head.
Anxiety
Ella Blue Poet Sep 2015
I know a girl
a girl that cries in the mirror
because, when she sees her reflection
she grabs for the base
She sees an imperfection
Pretty, yet worried about her face
She puts black on her eyes
foundation is her mask
her disguise
Skinny, yet worried about her size
"Too fat!" she says
it's all about the guys..
She hides what she really is
''MUST LOOK PRETTY
MUST LOOK HOT
MUST LOOK ****''
that's all she's got.
or so she says
no life
no love
no friends...
I...I don't think so...
Sydney Ann Aug 2015
Who can know?
Whoever he decides.
I told him my story,
my precious story and now he knows my soft spots.
He uses them.
He texts me and I ignore them
and the sick fear creeping through me.
Pretends to be suicidal
talks about things I love
Is he being honest?

Who can know?
tap Aug 2015
If I grab you in the hallway
and press my mouth against yours,
would you try to push me away?
Seeing as how we never really
made eye contact,
the chances are tremendously high.

I just hate how your stupid eyes
make my face feel warm,
or how your dumb, gruff, textured voice
makes me turn my head around.
I nearly failed my Math exam
because I formulated a possible future
where you and I stay up all night,
talking about how the universe
somehow brought two losers together.

You made me feel like a ****** schoolgirl,
and it makes me want to throw up.
But I'm afraid that I'll upchuck
nothing but butterflies.
it's like one of those situations where you have talked before, but not really.
There once was a man named Munn,
whose wife in bed was no fun;
but the horrible part
is when she would ****,
and say, "Get off, I'm all done."
© 2012  J.J.W. Coyle
Cat Moulaison Jun 2015
I've never felt this way before
shudder.
You instantly make me happy
ewe.
You make me feel special
puke.
With you I feel safe
****.
I like you
gag.
I really like you
*****.
I was always disgusted by love
heave.
But with you I wouldn't mind being a little
gross.
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