"bacne" poems
I'm not an obvious kind of pretty
I don't have natural blonde hair
Or bright blue eyes
No perky little *****
No gap between my thighs
I don't look like anyone else
I bleach my own hair
Use drug store eyeshadow
Wear dresses from the clearance rack
That show the red bumps after shaving my legs
I have lumps and bumps
Cellulite and pudge
Blackheads and bacne
A recipe for nothing special at all
Just someone average
Who has a bright twinkle
In her **** brown eyes
And curvy hips
That sway in the sun
You have to look close
To see all my beauty
I'm not a model
Or a ******* bunny
Just someone on the sidelines
Watching the models and bunnies
While they get the attention
And I get brushed by
It's not obvious that I'm beautiful
Until you look into my eyes
Until you see my semi-white smile
Then you notice the little moles
The silver scars
The way my body curves
In a voluptuous way
And you see
Just how perfect I am
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC
I'm not an obvious kind of pretty
I don't have natural blonde hair
Or bright blue eyes
No perky little *****
No gap between my thighs
I don't look like anyone else
I bleach my own hair
Use drug store eyeshadow
And **** shopping in Topshop
I have lumps and bumps
Cellulite and pudge
Blackheads and bacne
And prodigious pours
A recipe for nothing special at all!
Just someone average
Who has a bright twinkle
In her fog grey eyes
And curvy hips and ****
That sway in the sun
You have to look close
To see all my beauty
I'm not a runway model
Or a ******* bunny
Just someone on the sidelines
Watching the runway models and bunnies
While they get the attention
And I get brushed by
It's not obvious that I'm beautiful
Until you look into my eyes
Until you see my semi-white smile
Then you notice the little moles
The red and silver scars
The way my body curves
In a voluptuous ans peachy way
And then you see
Just how ******* perfect I am
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC
I fell in love
with the back of you.
That's because
I wasn't special enough
to be facing:
Your eyes
were never on me
to begin with.
But once they were
I fell in love with those
too.
I fell in love
with your
everything.
Problem is,
now I'm falling
out of love
with the back of you.
Because you are
always
walking away.
You are always walking away
because you're
too scared
to be loved by me
and you're too scared
to break my heart
to my face.
Just know this.
I am here and
I am looking at you,
whether it's
your front
or your back
it doesn't matter.
Because I know
your back
like other people know
the palm of
their own hand.
Every indentation,
every flaw,
you tell me you have
bacne
but I don't care:
It makes me love you
all the more.
You are
always
walking
away.
Just let me know
if we'll ever be facing
again.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC