Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Brittany Ann Jan 2021
I can't really mark that exact moment

when I found it was my own hand

holding the image of myself

over the flames of a burning pit.

Watching as this thick, dark smoke

clouds over me in a blinding veil

and the edges of the image begin

to slowly curl in at the tips.

And I know

if I let the heat,

that's resonating off all of my insecurities,

lift yet another finger from the

grasp I have on my image

is just another step further

to letting it fall to be consumed

by the blaze.

And I know

I should pull my arm back to me

and save me from myself,

but I seem to be bound by a force

calling to me deep from the pit,

drawing me closer and closer

with the simplest of words,

"I am not good enough."
Mister J Jan 2021
Sometimes I wonder
Why I still stay with you
Even when we go through
The thickest and thinnest
I find myself still beside you

Sometimes I think
What would happen if
We both reach our breaking points
Where everything is total chaos
Would I still go back to you?

Sometimes I worry
Where would we be each day
Would we be fighting?
Or would we be laughing?
Would I still stay with you?

Sometimes I question
How much I really love you
Can I still handle your whims?
Can I still try to understand?
Will I still lay in bed with you?

Sometimes I ask
Who am I gonna be today?
Will I be tolerating you?
Will I confront you?
Will I still be kissing you?

And then I stop..
I realize that this is love
That I am in love with you
That even through the hardest of times
And through the thickest arguments
Through the worst insecurities
And the worst shortcomings
I will still choose you
Because at the end of the day
I decided to be with you
I decided to kiss you
To embrace you
All your beauty
All your faults
All of you
I chose to love

And if it doesn't make sense
Why should it?
The only thing that makes sense to me
Is that love makes no sense
And that even if we don't make sense
I love you
And you love me
And I chose to be
With you
Quick write
Don't expect something polished
Been rusty
It's been a while.

Belated Happy Holidays and New Year
What's up guys?

-J
GQ James Dec 2020
How can you love me but all you do is hurt me?
How can you care about me but hurt me easily?
Is it that easy to hurt someone you love?
Love and pain can't be in the same place,
If all you do is hurt me,
Then obviously you don't love me,
All I am to you is a possession.

The constant back and fourth,
The constant disrespect,
The constant insecurities says it all,
Stop trying to convince yourself,
Just face the truth and give up the lies.
LOVE AND PAIN CAN'T BE IN THE SAME PLACE. IF YOU LOVE ME, WHY DO YOU HURT ME?
Nuala Nov 2020
I only see flowers bloom from my soul when someone tells me to look
Only then I can see how bright and flourishing they are
as though it takes someone else to shove the tulips in my face
so i can finally smell how sweet they are
but when I am alone, curled up in the corner of my room
the same flowers wilt and petals fall to my feet
I see only then jagged stems protruding from my face
aggressive, tearing my paper skin apart
Rollercoaster Nov 2020
Abysmal despise curtains your insecurities.
lilac Nov 2020
who is this?
who is she?
who are they?
i don't know this person,
i don't look like that do i?
my arms, my stomach,
my hair, my face, my thighs,
what is it all?
why don't i look okay for once?

it isn't fair,
not fair at all,
i'm fed up of trying to look pretty,
fed up of meeting standards,
my body is keeping my heart beating,
is capable of carrying and nursing a child,
my body is amazing and that'll never change,

even if my clothes are tight,
even if my face doesn't look like theirs,
even if i can't wear the same things,
even if my skin is darker than theirs,
even if i can't pull off the same hair cut they do,

i am me,
i am myself,
i am here to show what i am capable of,
and no-one, no matter how hard they try, will stop me,
i am beautiful,

we are all beautiful.

-lilac
<3
Emilyn Oct 2020
im overcome with the need to reinvent myself and confess everything to everyone, to become so open that im bleeding out every secret ive ever had to keep all over the linoleum floor, but second thoughts stitch me back together with needles made of words meant to cut, whittled down thin enough to fit just underneath the skin, pulling gashes in my skin together with online threads about checking up on your friends that everyone reads and nobody listens to, performative pieces that people regurgitate to make you think they care but they dont, because we're too busy worrying about ourselves to think of anybody else. we're conceited by nature, reverse narcissists kneeling by a river, scrutinizing our reflections, searching, aching for imperfections so we can say "look at how horribly ugly i am and pity me". we're too proud to be pitiful and too pitiful to have any pride, paradoxical advertisements of lonely people too scared to ask for love.

my hands are shaking and my mind is buzzing and if this makes any semblance of sense to you then I am so terribly sorry.
i chugged an energy drink before spanish class and came up with this mess of metaphors. enjoy.
Jenie Oct 2020
-
- Say!
Insecurities rising,
jealousy over what we are not
and sometimes wish we could be;
Does it make us bad people
or just ordinary?
Say...
When we could harm
with easy pettiness, belittle or shut down
the glorious mountain-top creature
in an attempt to feel better,
for a short while,
but worse
later,
how can we process,
how can we let it go through us
without a word spoken,
when odds are,
and with luck maybe,
we will never be anything other?

- Write!
Next page