the things i say never have been enough,
the words have slipped out of my mouth,
and poured out like rain.
The possibilities of heartbreak
scares me.
i've been down the path of love one too many times,
so i know how it goes.
i tell myself that things are different,
but then paranoia falls out of my head
onto my lap.
every time i have something good,
it's ripped away.
so i'm terrified of the only good to look at me and see me in my truest form;
a disaster.
that maybe one day they'll wake up and
see me how i see myself.
that's the true fear, isn't it?
it isn't that they'll cheat,
and it isn't how you think they'll will stop loving you,
but you think
that they'll see you how you see yourself.
How you stand in the mirror hating the person staring back at you because that's not you.
How you hate how your body is shaped.
How you hate the way you laugh.
How the sound of your voice makes you cringe.
How the numbers on the scale make you fall apart.
How your smile is crooked.
How your clothes aren't nice.
How you aren't those other girls, the pretty girls.
You're afraid that the way you see yourself
is the way the one you love will see you.
that's the truth, isn't it?
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Poems for the soul
Poetryi've written poetry for awhile and i always wanted to share it, so here it is. [Poems inspired by the ones who hurt me, the ones who i've loved, the friend who broke me, and the ones stood beside me through whatever.] thank you to the ones i've love...
