I sat by the rocks on top of the cliff over the beach that was conveniently  placed behind my school.
Or rather my school conveniently placed in front of it.
I felt alone as I sifted through my notes and waited for him to come. I hoped he would come but I did not know if he would. I was used to expecting the worst, and I convinced myself this time would be no different.

Beyond the overhang of the cliff I sat, there was a man fishing, wearing a bright pink hat and yellow shoes. He stood on a rock all alone as he intricately moved his hands along  his fishing line. I could not make out the movements but I could tell he was well rehearsed.

I kept peaking over my shoulder to see if I would see him coming to join me but he was no where in sight. As I sat there watching the fisherman, I realized I was not at all alone. A contentness  fell over me as I realized that I was never really alone. Or perhaps that being alone wasn't really being alone when you can make peace with it.

In that moment I realized what I had always realized but was never able to make peace with:
We would probably wander much of our lives alone but we get ultimately get to chose if we want to be lonely or not. And some days I will feel lonely, and other days I'd find my fisherman in the distance to find comfort in.
I have a mirror in my room,
It used to be my friend.
But now it only screams at me,
And asks how much I ate.

It used to be so friendly,
It never mocked my weight.
Now it only judges me,
Points out what there’s to hate.

I’ve always wondered what I’d done,
To hurt my mirror so,
That it’s only goal in life would be,
To sadden up my soul.

Yet the answer really doesn’t lie,
In the reflections that it holds.
It lies, in fact within my being,
Far deeper than my bones.

See, our thoughts sometimes are ruptured,
By the ideas in our head,
That society plants within our minds,
That leaves us feeling bare.

My mirror never truly meant,
What it had made me see.
The picture I was truly seeing,
Was the reflection of society.
Robin 16h
I am no longer a raindrop in someone's ocean,
I am now an appalling thunderstorm
who unapologetically demands a second glance.
I am a Goddess.

You taught me that my curves were something to be celebrated

That my flaws are what made me real

Whereas before, I'd look at my self and become frustrated

I am a Goddess.

In sweatpants, jewelry, or nothing at all you think I'm stunning

But more importantly, so do I

So why for 7 years, from myself, have I been running?

Maybe I was running to you, maybe I was running to myself, maybe I was just running

Whyever I was running, I was glad I ended up in your arms
Yes, I'm in love

She has straight blonde hair and a smile as wide as the Pacific

During the summer the sun kisses her

It kisses her all over from the bridge of her nose, to the top of her bare shoulders

These kisses leave behind delicate marks

They remind her of warm late nights, of sun bleached morning, and of lush green gardens

Her eyes hold galaxies and thoughts unexpressed

The cupid's bow of her lip adds a simple curve to her straight face

I am so in love and so lucky

Lucky because I see her face every morning in the mirror
A Bryan 1d
He came inside of me a year ago tomorrow
He didn’t want to stay and now I’m filled with so much sorrow
Why can’t you see me?
How does it feel to fuck a ghost?
Do you know how it feels to feel invisible?
You dumped your emotions on me and then you dumped your load
You unpacked your baggage and left it on the floor
I tripped and fell over it and then I wanted more
I’ll admit,
My judgment is poor...
KMH 1d
I know a girl
Maybe more
than she knows
You see,
She looks
In the mirror
And believes that
She's plain.
But when I look
At her
I see
so much
I look and see
Sparkling eyes
As deep
As the universe
I see her hair
Shining with
of soft, secret
I see her
I know
Her joy
Her sorrow
For all the girls out there who look into mirrors
© KMH 2018
galaxies of freckles
stippled across skin
stretch marks
made of outreaching nebulae
eyes like stars
and minds holding
entire universes
children of the deep
made of stardust
and dark matter
and yet some find themselves
Man, these opinions be really fucking up my mental.

They don't stop me from making money just stop me from standing tall.
They shouldn't matter and for years I've let them roll off my shoulders.

But as a human being, hearing the same thing only makes me colder.
I don't care what they say, but to my dismay, it's everything you deem unfit.

The tiger stripes on my belly, the extra softness of my thighs.
Things that I viewed as simple characteristics but yet these are unflattering in your eyes.

The bulge of my stomach, the layer of graspable skin on my side
Those are all things that I've let slip from my mind
They don't stop me from soaring higher, achieving goals, or even improving my skill set.

But your gaze is like daggers and your words like bullets
It causes these now undesirable features to fester my soul
If I dare fix them they have to gain your approval.

And for those who still think that words don't matter, step off of your pedestal and let me serve you a reality platter.

If the vast majority declares it outdated you drop it.
If the vast majority says it's trendy you adopt it. And while it may seem easy to ignore the hype, it takes an extremely mentally strong individual to say fuck it and goodbye.

We would all like to believe that we're our own person.
But when there is a flaw that is repeatedly critiqued, we lose sight of who we are and that's the number one lesson.
I learned I didn't need you.
Because I have everything now,
and you are nowhere
to be found.
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