I like the look of day old makeup staining the rims of my eyes
A red hue underneath and a seemingly thicker lash framing my eyes
I like the look of my hair the day before it needs a wash
Not too fluffy and just enough grease to look like it's not actually greasy
I like my smile, more so now
But I have always liked it...
Sometimes I think a see a curtain light in my eyes I hadn't seen in awhile when I smile
I think it's beautiful
I am capable of seeing myself as beautiful.
Maybe not as a whole, but piece by piece, smile by smile
Maybe one day I will, and I'm ecstatic to be in that someday mind, as I know my physical won't and never will really matter
I'm content, but fighting
Something I learned not a lot of people are.
I am learning to love,
YOU ARE READING
Fuck You, Nicely
PoetryOne finding themselves, ups and downs; streams of melancholy and yearning of the heart. Contains time stamps of a life that seem to fade too fast and rants through life lessons I often forget. There might be some triggers with eating and just mental...
