Please
Please don't hate.
Please don't judge.
Please don't doubt.
Please don't harm.
I see it,
I do it.
And yet I don't care.
I stand and judge and insult.
I watch her hide,
The pain,
The sadness.
Because no matter
How much
She hates
no matter
How she thinks what
Size she is
Important.
I still stand there,
And throw insults
like knives.
And
I
Understand
You.
So I will try.
I will stop hurting.
I will start healing.
I will hold your hand.
I will be there to slowly mend your heart back together.
So please,
Don't think it matters
To me
The smallest size you fit.
Because
You
are
Fucking
Beautiful.
——————
For rigi11
You are fucking beautiful.
So own it.
YOU ARE READING
Guilt
PoetryThe feeling of guilt, regret.Wishing you could go back and change the past. We have all been there.