Love isn't always butterflies and snow cones
It can be bee stings and low groans
Sometimes difficulties swallow the ease of smiles
At its lowest, it can be worse than getting lost in grocery aisles
Triumphing through the days where my patience is tested
Are the days are simply worth rejoicing
Because love isn't always bee stings and low groans
It can be butterflies and snow cones
Your absence still stings
Without you by my side find
I am not myself
I stare at my reflection and recognize,
All the things I used to hate about my irrelevant being.
Pale skin and freckled cheeks.
I see my self at the age of 7,
Applying thick layers of lotion on my skin.
Hopping they would disappear.
I smile as I take a look
At my fun-sized body.
Walking in my mothers heels
When she wasn’t home.
Hopping someday I would grow.
I get closer and gaze into my eyes.
Crazy shaking, boring brown.
I used to draw my self,
Wanting still watery eyes.
I spot the scars on my skin,
Trying to hide them under my skirt on my first date.
I am mid twenties now,
And I stare at my reflection.
I recognize my father in my freckles,
I feel 153cm of fun in my body,
I see sunlight
Written pages in my eyes.
I relive memories with every scar.
I learned to love,
But please teach me now...
How to love the growing pain
And my deeply scared soul.
How to love the drunk girl
In ***** clubs.
How to love the person,
I try to bury every night.
She came at night, touched
me,bit me and ****** slowly,
Female Anopheles mosquitoes cause malaria and can be killer disease if not treated immediately.
I know it stings,
But don't let it poison you.
I know it hurts,
But don't let it destroy you.
I know it burns,
But don't let it consume you.
You're little mental stings hit my mind
But it's not that i don't know where to find
I think this is a losing battle
And its better to disperse
Because nobody wants a curse
I don't what's tainted to be worse
You threw me off course
When you say certain statements
I hate negative isolation and abatement
It feels like there's anthills of misfortune and i can't stand it.
The cuts turned into scars
But I still flinch when
The showers spray
Old habits die hard when new memories are raw.
First time is the worst
But the second still stings like hell
Your rapture is infectious,
You are endearing in a way that is physically painful to me.
I adore you like a wildfire.
Your eyes have been shaped like a laugh since noon.
Everything is viscid with the scent
of your youth;
tattered baseball gloves,
and a whisper of burning wood.
I’m a little in love with all of it.
Summer digs its way into my veins.
You dissolve into a splendid and fearless laugh.
Its dripping with a sort of ferocious, tranquil charm.
One of my hands is a promise,
the other is a secret,
they are identical;
I have been missing you
as long as I have known you.
an open letter to everyone I have ever loved.