I don't understand;
You hate yourself?
You say "Such trash"
when you look in the mirror
but I see gold;
and I tell you that.
"If I'm golden then Its all a facade"
If only were the feelings I have for you...
You aren't trash;
I love you.
If you keep insisting you are trash;
Then I'd keep trash over diamonds,
Because you are special.
Don't throw yourself away;
I'd be broken.
Then who would be trash?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
Thơ cahuh, surprised i am actually publishing this. a bunch of poems i write that dont rhyme or sound good or anything, so there.