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 And 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.
You're little mental stings hit my mind But it's not that i don't know where to find Them 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.
Your rapture is infectious, genuine, and unconditional. 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; sycamore, marjoram, 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, and darling, they are identical; I have been missing you as long as I have known you.