you are beautiful
despite the harsh lashes that society gives
you truly are

your eyes come in countless shades of browns, greens and blues
such beautiful blues yet i only hear a sorrowful tune

your hair is wondrous
it either reaches to caress the rays of the sun or falls to flow with the oceans tides

your skin
as pale as freshly fallen snow or packed with melanin so thickly the night turns to you in despair

you are beautiful
don't believe otherwise

love,
our story is
different.
it is not like
all of the other
stories that
fill up libraries
and occupy
the minds of
people on this
earth.

love,
our story is
beautiful.
it is not absolutely
flawless or
perfect
but yet,
its imperfections
are what makes
it different.

love,
our story is
unique.
it is not at all
cliche or
normal
but yet,
its craziness
is what makes
it beautiful.

love,
our story is
ours.
it is not, will not
be anyone
else's
and still
its characters
are what makes
it different,
beautiful,
unique,
and  ours.

and love,
i love
our story.

I've given myself so many chances
How many times can I do this?
I tell you "I'm sorry" and you believe me
but why wouldn't you?
I'm a liar and
I'm good at it

I promise the girl you know is not me
I am deep and I am ****** up so
forgive me for hiding the spiders in my veins
and the ice behind my eyes
I want you to know and
I want things to be okay but
they never have been

I can't be greedy anymore
so I've given up
I don't think you'll ever know me
which fractures the already fatal cracks
breaking my heart

I keep trying to trying to write,
but the words keep running off into
the night.
While I collapse into docility.

It's as if me and creativity have
gone through a divorce.
I guess I must have thought
with a little too much force.

Maybe if I get a late night snack,
the word's will come running
back to take a bite.  
while I burst into verbosity.

You see this world.
This I know to be true.
But you see refractions
And shadows of other yous.
Your cries are misrepresented
Seen as horror in the night
But I know that it's just Peter Pan
Making faces in the light.

You are different.
I'll give you that.
But differences are just
Glitter in the cracks.
Some may say that
You are wrong,
But you're not, their
Imagination is just gone.

You are beautiful.
Scars and all.
Scars especially; it's
Strength, not a downfall.
Hold on to the colours
Dancing in your head,
Because without them, girl
It will all be grey instead.

Dear society,

Don't tell me how I should think,
Feel,
Act,
Or look
I'm not a reflection of your perception
And I won't ever be

You can't decide someone elses identity,
personality or style
It's their own to define
Don't take that from us

I'm sick of feeling like an outcast for trying to be me,
We should really celebrate each others differences,
Those are what makes us unique

You can stop trying to dictate my life,
My way and my being,
I'd rather be outside of your ideal,
Than be repressed under your glorification

My creative soul dies held captive,
And it blooms in freedom
I don't feel free under your judgement,
But I don't live to please you either...

One day I'll be gone,
And if I die suiting your reality,
I've been dead all along
If I die creating my own reality,
I've never been more alive,
Even on the day I die.

So dear society,

Don't tell me how to feel,
Act,
Or look,
I'm done being a reflection of your perception
And I won't ever be that again...

She could never be me nor could she ever beat me.
I am what you hope she could be.
I am the fantasy you dream.
The girl of your dreams.
I am not her, I am me.
I am unique and exotic.
My physique is peculiar and ******.
I am ME.
THE GIRL IN YOUR DREAMS

Vegetarian sandpaper snake,
opaque as a back ache.
Tied into steam whipped air.

Needles and spokes,
rustled and restless,
concrete and wingless.

Following a Papel sideshow travelling into town
to form a claim of no coherent ambivalence.
With most moist avuncular symmetric denial.

Reclaiming such winkled names in claws.
Reptile claws of rainbow rhythm or
mindless meter.

Needles and spokes,
rustled and restless,
concrete and wingless.

Turning smile as screws eyes are bolts.
Locked out and locked in.