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Violet Jul 2014
love is not kissing the boy who made you cry
and saying
it is okay
love is not between your legs or the style of your hair
or pressing bruises tight
with despair
love is reading memories of our life
in the lines from your smile
waking at aged sixty five
next to you
Violet Jul 2014
I am a chubby girl
And when I sit on busses
And hear the people behind me laugh
My heart skips a beat
I am a chubby girl
And when it rains
I am paranoid people think
I am wearing a sheet not a coat
I am a chubby girl
And when I walk
My thighs jiggle and
Sometimes they clap
I am a chubby girl
And when I see a shop
Assistant mutter I curse
My size
I am a chubby girl
And when they shout their words
Leaving needle marks
Instead of punctuation
I cry
I am a chubby girl
And skipping dinner just
Made me hate myself
I am a chubby girl
And throwing up just made
The pain come out
I am a chubby girl, wait
I am a girl
And I am beautiful
I love my body like my mother
Loved my baby cheeks
Like I should ve done
From the start
Violet Jul 2014
i'm tired of the feeling here - it's too near to death and the thing is
girls like me well
we've spent our adolescents flirting with death and
i think people can read it on our skins
"everyone dies at some point" it's our destiny
but there's an expiration date marked on my skin and that I can't see
and people can't name
but we all know it's there
in the corner of their eyes they catch a glimpse
a pattern of numbers and dashes and clocks ticking
closer
and closer
girls like me - we spent our lives reaching
blind to everyone who meets us
i don't know what im doing with my life anymore

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