we wish upon stars
because the reality of
the matter is not fake
enough to love.
we want to love ourselves,
because coming home drunk
feels lighter than a pat on
the back.
simply, it seems
like loving ourselves
is a drink away from
pleasure.
the beauty in the
runny mascara and
coral stained cheeks.
sometimes, I make
myself happy.
when my lips curve naturally,
like I am all the warmth on
the cloudy thoughts, ideas,
feelings.
sometimes, I'm in love with
how high I feel.
I say 'i love myself' when
I only love the rise I put
myself in.
I know I am
all of me.
I am all my happiness
and anxiety.
I am all my tears
and theatrical acts.
I am all of me,
lost and loved.
I wish I could
feel comfort in
my reflection.
