I felt ******* horrible for leaving you. Horrible.
Remembering how you picked me flowers and surprised me with junk food on my bad days, being so sweet.

-But then I remember-

I felt ******* horrible when you abused me. Horrible.
Not just the kind that leaves bruises, but the kind that made me question "should I wear this?" you were so rude.

-And then I remember-

I was supposed to marry you. White dress, friendsand family, dancing an promises. you could never keep your promises.

-Sometimes I remember-

I was supposed to call you, every time I drank- even though it wasn't even enough to get anyone drunk, because if I didn't and you found out, you wouldn't speak to me for a day, sometimes even two.

I remember smiling, giggling and laughing with you, but that didn't happen much.

But i ******* remember every reason I frowned, cried, and screamed.

I felt ******* horrible for leaving you, horrible.

-But then i remember-

How to love myself.

Her name is beauty
you can call her pretty
her friends call her cute
strangers say appealing

she spends her days wandering
draws eyes Wherever She Goes
Like a worm lures fish
or a magnet draws metal

Everyone wants to be her
She thinks the world is gorgeous
everyone gets to be unique
To have their own skin

She wishes she was like them
but everyone who takes her picture
Everyone who tells her what she looks like
Give her a different image

She is not unique,
She Looks like everyone at one point or another
She doesn't know who she is
all she wants is to be unique, like you.

I watch my flower bloom
in the mirror
and my fingers do all
the work
separating my delicate pedals

I am a beautiful
piece of art,
I want to paint myself
with all the pollen
I give off