~the laugh of the gods echo across the earth
they are laughing
at my attempt of perfection~
~Let them~
I think we are all made
To be infatuated with the ideas of perfection
I think somewhere there are gods laughing above
At the human who dares to be beautiful
Perhaps my mortality is skin bare
And my feet will bleed if I walk on glass
I am not invincible
But I can pretend
I walk to the woods everyday
And lie down next to an elk tree
I imagine what would happen if I would just float away
From those who say they "love me"
Imagine if my bones were kin to the dirt
Moss will grow from the empty parts of my skin
Every crack in my heart will sprout flowers
I will make a bouquet and gift it to those who call me paper thin
The gods are laughing
But
I will allow my mortality
To be the most beautiful death
The pain of a girl will be seen as beautiful
YOU ARE READING
RUST
Poetrywhen you hold the moon in one palm and the earth in the other, that's when you know you've won xXxXxXx If words are the anchors, this book is my lifeline. Just a book of poems.
