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Mia Sadoch May 2019
So it’s a no, then.
I did not know you yearned for someone else.
I did not know how much it made you suffer.
So I’ll help carry your weight.

Who cares if it’s not love?
I’ve found much better in you.
Have I ever been trusted this much before?
My regret is a weight I’m glad to carry.

And I know you feel bad
About turning me down.
So I’ll carry this weight, too,
Though I may break down from them.
Rejection is bad for the rejected and the rejector. It's important to remember that.
melli7 May 2019
You're So Skinny,
you say to me, I Wish I Had a Waist
Like Yours, you say

like it's a compliment.

But

I never agreed to spice up your
own personal recipe
for low self-esteem If
you persist in this
body belief I
will no longer be your
body's relief Go
find another Skinny to
feed your grief
Madison Apr 2019
Would you look at that;
I've lost sleep,
                 Weight,
                         Confidence,
                  Control,
And probably my sanity.
What a hell of a week.
The grey hair on your head are moonflowers
The wrinkle on your forehead is wine
You need to stop worrying about your body
Cos when I look at you, you’re doing just fine

Stop weighing the things that aren’t important
Cos the valuable things cannot be weighed
Like the air that we breathe or our feelings
Or all the beautiful memories that we’ve made

And what about the magnificent souls inside us
The spirit that tragedies couldn’t break
You cannot weigh the experiences that made you
Like those moments we spent sitting by the lake

The scar on your cheek is a white butterfly
The fat on your tummy is snow
You need to stop worrying about your weight
Embrace yourself and let self doubt go
Michaela Apr 2019
i shaved off all my hair
i thought it was some feminist statement
i thought it was an outer expression of an inner revolution

but now i avoid mirrors and wish to god i could afford a decent wig

i gained 50 pounds
i thought i was saying f*ck diet culture to the man
i thought i was just allowing my body to self-soothe

but i fantasize about the times i used to think i was fat
at least she had hair

i climb into my bed and wish i hadnt thrown out my cigarettes and wish i had hair and wish i was small again and wish i could just sleep for a few more years.
on that depression kick
Erian Rose Apr 2019
Hearts beat
To the weight of a drum
With a steady beat
Against our palms
You're all I see
In the light of the day
Our pulse thumping
All in one
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