i will always be scared i am
not beautiful enough for you
or if i am beautiful at all
i will change what i'm
wearing five time before i
see you wondering which pair
of jeans will make my body
more tempting to undress
tell me
is there anything i can do
to make you think, her
she is so striking she makes
my body forget it has knees
write it in a letter and address it
to all the insecure parts of me
my uneven fingers my thin legs
your voice alone drives me to tears
yours telling me i am beautiful
yours telling me i am enough
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.