The universe cultivated energy and dirt uniquely just for me, The stars shifted approximately 30cm apart to make space for me, this can't just be make believe Why would nature so diligently support my need to breathe, Why does the earth rotate the cosmos just to give me time to sleep, Was DNA really split between countless kings and queens just so I could be, .. Me?
its cold outside and i can't sleep because of you keep me addicted to my phone, lonely but not alone its 2am for me, because of these **** timezones letters against a bright screen, squint my eyes against the light my eyes are burning, i think im slowly going blind hopeful messages promising to one day meet up slip that engagement ring onto your finger, a binding promise to find you, see you, kiss you, hold you in my arms, in person
not knowing if the other is perfect
~risking ruining your perception of me
because here behind my screen you think i'm everything
~but im bound to disappoint you like i always do
i want to marry someone ive never met
~is this something i'm going to regret?
i started dating this boy online ive never met irl and idk how this is going to work out but i want this to last... is this an impossible fantasy or no?
You know when you feel alone You always feeling down Figuring how to change that frown Putting a smile on that face Knowing its fake When others are happy about their self You feel like you wanna drown Days pass with a smile You know your not the smile you are the pass Pass your emotions by like its some trash Self-esteem is low, feeling like things are going slow Not even knowing how to feel happy Happy is just a word to me Looking in that mirror, thinking you got some figure You know your lying when you somehow end up crying No, it's not because I'm emotional many people think People see me as pretty, but am I really I share my advice, to be nice I help people, that's who I am It's funny because using my advice is the last thing I try to do You gotta know how to love you!
Sometimes I hate myself so much. And in these times, I learn to love pieces of myself. Like the soft curve of my jaw Or the glimmer of my tired green eyes. I grew from hating the ways my ribs showed through my pale skin To loving the way my belly feels after a filling meal. I grew from loathing the way the darkness under my eyes illuminated my chronic fatigue To loving the softness of my eyelashes brushing my eye bags as I take a moments rest. I grew from beating myself up for not being able to get exercise To taking walks under the suns forgiving rays. So, while I may hate portions of myself I also can find moments to reframe my thoughts Into the forgiveness I am seeking from the dark recesses of my mind. While some days I hate her, Other days I think of her as an old friend And for now, That is good enough.