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 Nov 2013 tiaamaariaa
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Thinks So
 Nov 2013 tiaamaariaa
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We honestly fit right,
I am forever yours,
You make me feel beautiful and alive,
Even though you're not mine to kiss.

Your body is perfect for mine,
But we'll never lay side by side,
I'll never feel your skin against me,
I'll never hold you tight at night at 9.

You'll never touch my face,
Or call me your princess,
You'll never intoxicate me with wine,
You'll never buy me expensive roses.

I'll never get the chance to fill your heart with joy,
Because you're not right for me but my heart thinks so.
© Natali Veronica 2013.
 Nov 2013 tiaamaariaa
Someone
Reek havoc on my skin
I know I'll never be the same again
Forever scarred, forever red
No longer do I say prayers before bed
I try to stop, yet the temptation..
Redemption can't find me here
I've fallen too far down
My face seems forever set in this frown
Drowning in a sea of emotions, just going through the motions
You can't stop me now
I don't deserve a crown,
I deserve to drown
 Nov 2013 tiaamaariaa
M
There are boys that cry,
There are girls who have dry eyes.

There are boys that dance or play volleyball,
There are girls that wrestle or play football.

There are boys who drive VW Bugs,
There are girls that drive trucks.

There are boys that bake,
There are girls that shred.

There are boys that like the Notebook,
There are girls that like Transformers.

There are boys that are romantics at heart, looking for love,
There are girls that aren't into flowers or love songs.

There are boys with hair to their knees,
There are girls with shaved heads.

There are boys with diaries and journals full of memories,
There are girls who have no desire to write down all the details.

There are boys with names like Aubry,
There are girls with names like Sam.

There are boys with insecurities about their bodies,
There are girls who don't weigh themselves ever.

There are boys with eating disorders,
There are girls who work out for the ideal 6 pack.

There are boys that prep endlessly for a date,
There are girls who take 5 minutes to get out the door.

There are tidy, neat boys,
There are messy, whirlwind girls.

There are boys in dresses,
There are girls in baggy jeans and a pullover.

There are boys who shop endlessly,
There are girls who can't stand the mall.

There are boys that talk about their emotions,
There are girls who would rather not.

There are boys that look after the kids,
There are girls that work full-time.

There are boys who are nurses,
There are girls who are engineers.

There are boys who cook,
There are girls that change the oil in the car.

There are boys who are complacent and subordinate,
There are girls who are dominant and overpowering.

There are boys with no desire to get it in on the first date,
And there are some girls who wouldn't mind if they do.


And those are all okay. Gender stereotyping only limits what you can and can't do. Let the boys cry and write poetry and eat chocolate when they're sad and talk about their feelings. Let the girls be aggressive and wrestle their buddies and play ball and drive sports cars. Let people do as they please. You're born as you a are, you can't decide what gender you are. You can decide what you do with your gender though, or rather what it won't keep you from doing. Your gender is only an aspect of who you are, don't let it dictate your actions to appease a society that has deemed what is and is not okay for you to do simply because you're either a guy or girl.

There are boys and girls that can grow up to be what they please, do as they wish and speak as they will. Don't be the one to tell them otherwise.
Why do I do this to myself?
I read it
I knew what it consisted of and yet I still read it
I've known about it for awhile
But, today it's like I needed to read it
My stomach has never been so tense nor has it had feelings that weighed so heavy inside
Why do I feel this way?
Why does it even matter?
In the end,
I needed to knock some sense into my own head
My thoughts were going to far, they were becoming out of control
In a way, it helped me
 Nov 2013 tiaamaariaa
Natalka
You broke me into such small pieces,
every shard,
with ever breath,  still pierces me
it cuts my breath short,
and leaves me gasping for air
I am cut
I am broken
and also
now I am heartless
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