Offended
To the highest
Of my lumpy loping
Anatomy
See,
I came from you
Why are you disgusted by me?

Offended by my body

And my stretch marks
And my thighs
My waist is too thick
And my ******* are
Popping out of my
DDD bra
And you're in disbelief
And I suppose I'm in awe

Of how you treat me
And my body

Like it's not really me
Like this vessel is a
Machine to be worked
Harvested and cleaned

But hey,
It also contains a soul
And a mind
And a voice.
It contains a lot of things you'll never know.
And I'm fine with that.
But please, don't act offended by my body.

low
and depressed
still can't get out of bed
I'm low

no way out
no way in
guess that's how it's always been
And I'll have to deal with it

low
I'm so
low
I've lost my
glow

soft
flowing words
give way to chirping birds
but I'm still inside
no place to go

filled with guilt
filled with salt
no dripping
waterfalls

low
I'm so
low
I've lost my
glow

I can barely speak
to you now
I'm floating
underground

Goodbye
to all my friends
at least the ones
who said they were

scream
I don't know what to do
Why I did what
I did
And the fact that
I have a choice
Makes this
So much worse
Then it could've been

God,
I miss you.
And you're impossible to
Get out
Of my head
Because there's always that
Option
To have you back
And to take back
Happiness
With a vengeance

If only this could be
More permanent
For better or for worse
It'd still feel better
Than this
Teeter totter
Of emotions
I'm experiencing

scream

I feel like we're holding a secret
so tight
And its compacted body
has been sparked, alight

These butterflies are nothing
but shame
and regret
I think I'm done with this body
I've already left

Gone

I can't sleep
I miss you
Although it's better this way

I wish I cherished when things were on fire
Things were white lights
And tin foil plates
Shining

I guess it's for the best
That's what I told myself
But now I have no rest
I just think of how we felt

It's a ****** shame
And it's a messy scheme
But we're done for now
Or at least that's how it seems

Do you even read my poetry anymore?

We're in an empty field
filled with snow
and your breath.
And you cry
because it's not
what you needed yet.
I can't give gifts
upon gifts
upon slivers of my soul.
Because I'm not whole anymore.
so let's open that door.
See me leave on a whim.
See me leave with your ring.
See me leave when it's mostly likely to leave you a good sting.

Anxiety attack
Power vomiting into the sink
Downing NyQuil
To combat
My sudden loss of sleep

I'm pretty scared
Unprepared
As if I dared
To think these thoughts
Don't-

But 38,000 ft above
The stars are all
The sky's made of
And it's oh so simple
But oh so grand
So my daddy issues
Take the back burner
As I take your back hand