You say you love me,
but what about on the days where waking up feels like the earth crushing in?
Or the days where breakfast tastes like disappointment and so does lunch, and dinner.
You love me,
but what about the days where my clothes hug me a bit too tight?
Or when my emotions decide they're all on a different flight,
but to the same destination?
Will you love me then?
When my body has to be peeled from the bedsheets,
and when a smile is impossible to plaster on.
I need you to love me, even when I do not love myself.
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Whispered Thoughts and Screaming Lines
PoesíaMy attempts at poetry Trigger warning for every poem Mentions of: suicide, self harm, eating disorders, dysphoria, etc. Most poems are written as spoken word so if they sound weird when you read them that's why
