I run my finger over the lighting bolts
scars of purple and pink that grip my hips
just to remind myself
they're there
or stand before a mirror
completely exposed
to show myself
who the fuck i am
what the fuck I've done
where the fuck I'm going
and I smile
because
I have enough love for myself
to love an entire world of people
who don't.
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From My Heart, To Anyone
PoetryA teenage girl's book of poetry, thoughts and other bs things.