You call me pretty although it is something I do not see.
When you say it I worry it is out of pity.
Yet I love it as it fills my heart with glee.
Your compliment makes me all giddy.
Your compliments make my head all dreary.
These words you say,spinning throughout my head makes me all so dizzy.
The word pretty used towards me makes me all clingy.
And yet I will ask for more, making myself feel guilty.
It’s like a drug or as addictive as nicotine.
Yet these feelings stay privy.
I worry If I let you see…you will think differently of me.
You will see my insecurity in my body.
I worry you won’t see my beauty.
...I’m scared you won’t think I’m pretty…
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PoetryThis is just a book full of normal poems and free verse poems. if you like it great if not then just don't read it but there will be trigger warnings in the ones with triggering topics and a good portion of will be about love simply because i love...
