TO ALL THE DEMONS IVE EVER KISSED|poetry

exhibit two:

Sorry I took long to update. I wasn't sure if I was ready to release this chapter or even the following chapters, but here it is. Hope you enjoy!!! :)

(your body nourishes and protects you.It lives for you and you only. Feel special, don't you? You should darling. Every organ inside you is fighting for you. Your heart is one of your strongest soldiers. Your cells go to war for your well being. Your skin has been your custom warm blanket all your life for it is hugging your gentle flesh. Your bones have been holding you up since the moment you learned to walk)

Yet you still hate that fat/skinny piece of shit. Someone who looks like you doesn't have the right to live. Don't tell me you thought you could get a girlfriend/boyfriend? Don't you know dumbass? Love is for pretty people. 

(love is for all that cease to exist. Outer beauty is nothing more than an illusion. It is a trend. One thousand years from now what is considered beautiful will be not, one thousand years ago what was considered beautiful is now not. The only beauty that remains eternal is interior. You deserve love. Just open your mind, body and sou-)

Bullshit.

Why are you so fat? 

(you're beautiful, you're beautiful, you're handsome too)

Your legs are fucked up with stretch marks. In fact, you hardly even have legs--so fucking short. 

(You may be thorns on the outside but on the inside you are gardens filled with flowers grown with a magical sun and divine pools of water. You're so powerful my dear. No wonder the demon wants to drag you down to weakness...out of pure envy of all that you have to offer the world.)

Everything about you is hideous. Why can't you look better? Why can't you look like a model? Lose some weight. Drink some milk. 

How can anyone find you attractive if you look…...twelve. 

(I am beautiful, I am beautiful, I am beautiful I am-)

-a hideous creature that scarcely deserves to exist. Nobody wanted you so you decided to kiss demons instead.