i have my days.
my good days.
my days where i wake up and feel beautiful
like i was sculpted from aphrodite herself.
i've come to realize
i was.
the gods
how they must've taken their time on me.
if not with my face,
or my body,
my soul.
i have quite a beautiful one.
im loving; more than most will ever know.
i care, oh god, some might even dare to say i care too much.
and really; even on the outside,
i am quite a beautiful person.
the gods had to have taken their time
to create such a magnificent being
as me.
~for once, maybe i do love myself?
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chaos
Poetrythis is a book about my life! my first poetry book. talks about various topics such as: life, dealing with death, sexuality, anxiety, depression, falling in and out of love, etc. writing has always been a way for me to express myself. i hope my...
