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If he makes your heart pace, and your palms sweat, he's not the one! You will know he is the one when you are comfortable enough to pull the ugliest of faces without wondering if he still thinks you are beautiful.
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Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
Beautifully you.
Maybe she got tired Of waiting for you to love her So she went off and found someone That wouldn't let her stay down
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Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC
Self Love
Made me feel beautiful Yet sometimes hideous too Held my confidence in your hand It crumbled when we fell through
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
Crumbling Confidence
There is one lesson you taught me Sticks out more than the rest And that is to love myself at my worst Not only when I am my best
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC
How To Self-Love
I will not waste time counting losses They only bring me down If I allow my brain to think In my thoughts I'll surely drown I have built a bridge over memories To escape rapid flow A rail so I don't tumble Into dangerous swells below As long as I remain detached Distant from usual pain I am able to harness meager cheer Keep myself from going insane I feel a strengthening in my blood A wanting no longer there I have laid away former distractions In favor of clean vacant air I have done away with disorder At least the negative kind I am going to forget my bad habits Regain the lost parts of my mind No more whining or self-deprecation Or wanting to change who I will be I am tossing out the mocking past Finally embracing beautiful me
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
Finally Embracing Me
*Just because I cave like a chameleon under pressure Doesn't mean I don't have true colors buried Underneath this plastic*
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 10:21 PM UTC
Plastic
The body of a poem                Could never be as beautiful as yours
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Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
Body
I used to filter my words and actions to meet other's demands. Thankfully, I've gained confidence in who I am. Because, I would rather be myself, frankly. I'd rather have my flaws than yours and boast about my imperfections than pretend to be this socially acceptable girl. Trust me, I'm far from perfect. This I know. And I'd rather be that than put up a show. I used to crave for acceptance, but instead I felt pushed away by cliques and clichés, realizing that pretense came with no gains. Now the filter is gone, and I'm sticking with those who've been with me all along. I choose to be myself today. My life is better like that anyway.
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
Unfiltered