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Katie Jones Aug 2017
I hope that someday you realize your good enough.
That you’ll finally find a person to love you unconditionally,
To make all the others disappear and be gone into nothingness.

That he’ll be the one to comfort you and buy you pizza and a smoothie on the bad days.
That he’ll care when your upset and be there for you when your down.
To stick by your side through the bad times so the good times are a breeze.

i hope that someday you realize your worth.
That all this time you were better than the person you made yourself out to be.
That you realize you deserve the constant attention and midnight laughs.
You deserve to finally believe him when he tells you, you’re beautiful because they rest never  cared to prove it to you.

I hope that someday you feel loved.
And that you stop pasting a smile on your face and calling what you have love
That you don't have to lie to people when you argue that he cares about you.
That you feel loved by someone you can see yourself spending the rest of your life with.

I hope that you find a man one day that will look at you with glaring eyes.
Hopelessly, insanely in love with you enough where he cant take his eyes off you.
That he shows you off and flaunts you around because he feels so lucky.
I wish for you a gushey gewy disgusting love that people roll their eyes over.

I hope you finally love yourself enough to allow him to love you
That he only boosts  your confidence.
That he makes you feel like the absolute best version of you.
I hope he motivates you to get things done
that he is the best thing for you.

I hope you can let him in
Allow him to love you.
So you can witness all the beautiful in love.
Onoma May 6
a harpy.

silvered & gilded--

feathered & tarred

in an illuminated manuscript.

yay to the irony of feather

weighing down feather,

uglier than awkward.

forced out of a gewy shower

of pitch black.

as said harpy begs flight to fancy

her, from the humiliation of

chance-posterity.

where she's granted with a sloppy

flop onto the page's margin.

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