He doesn't compare her to a sunset
Or even a princess, not even a beautiful ocean.

He does it all wrong.

He doesn't hold her hand and kiss her,
Even on the cheek. He just doesn't
"Think about those things".

He does nothing at all.

I wish they would break up or take a break,
But she loves him so much.
A first love is hard to let go...

Not that I would know. Probably ever.

Some day I'll wake up and feel
comfortable in my own skin, and be
Able to wear more than sweatpants and t-shirts.

I'll have clear skin, or
At least not huge red patches and
Craters in my face and feel confident in my "no makeup" motto.

One day I'll feel beautiful and have
Faith in myself and the courage to
Believe, one day I'll have a husband to love and cherish.

Today, I'll try and not dwell on what needs to change before I get there.

I wish I still wrote poetry.
Or even stories... but I'm done.

I'm past the stage in my life where
All I do it hurt because my "friends"
Made me. They told me things that
RUINED ME.

They were my downfall and I'm done.

Done.

I stole a paper yesterday.
It was taped on a mirror,
in the girl's bathroom at school.

Do you know,
Do you know what it said?
I wanted to cry because, it was
so true.

"Warning.  Reflections in this mirror
may be distorted due to society's
interpretation of beauty."

Distorted.
Yes.

I almost balled my eyes out
because I wish what I saw,
in that mirror, wasn't what
I was seeing.

9:37pm

You aren't my drug,

Yet I'm addicted to you.
The music you love
Fuels the fire inside of me.
You aren't my drug.

Still I'm addicted to
'Babygirl' when it rolls off your tongue.
You aren't my drug.

But I'm addicted to
Vivid dreams of your warmth, overpowering the shivers that keep me awake at night.
You aren't my drug.

And I'm addicted to
The magic you disperse throughout days of despair.
You aren't my drug.

I am addicted. To
The simple 'I freaking love you.'
You are not my drug.

Drugs ****, and you
Make me alive as can be.