if you knew the version i used to be,
the girl with the glare in her eyes,
that version of me,
who tried to cover up all her lies,
if you knew the words that fell from her mouth,
like 'i've stopped dieting i promise, i'm okay',
when she'd look down south,
'maybe i'll stop another day.'
if you knew how she'd hold every memory close so tight,
or how she gained her own life,
even when it meant losing her own sight,
when she was the one holding the knife,
how every day she stayed so sick,
was what created her strength,
and every taste and lick,
that she kept within an arms length,
was what taught her to rely on herself,
it taught her that when things get tough she can't just run,
and keep all your problems on a shelf,
and say that you're done,
but you have to fix yourself to stay true,
you have to learn to begin again,
to become you.
You'd realise that in losing herself,
she found you,
even when she kept her problems locked in a box on a shelf,
she found something true,
she found a life ahead,
one she wouldn't have had if she never had your hope,
when without she would've ended up dead,
from the way she tried to cope.
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Kalopsia.
PoetryKalopsia • Noun ; The state in which everyone and everything looks beautiful. ✧一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 and here the words will bleed onto the page of each separate chapter in my mind, and the words will fall so effortlessly out of my eyes. 一 一一 一一...
