The first time I didn't hate myself
Was when a man was on top of me
If he could think I was pretty enough
Then maybe, just maybe, I wasn't ugly
I allowed so many men
To make camp inside my tent
To take cover in my warmth
All of that energy spent
To prove to myself that I had worth
Each man that unfolded me,
left behind pieces of their insecurities
In the corners
In the cracks
Each time I get a new stretch mark
It is a reminder of the ones
Who insisted that I was fat.
Though that reminder is there,
Don't worry your heart,
I don't fucking care.
It's honestly relieving
When I think of those times today.
Knowing how far I've come,
Knowing those feelings are far as hell away.
My worth is rooted in my heart,
My passion,
My writing,
My art,
My willingness to change.
So to the men who once unfolded me
Leaving behind your insecurities
I hope you find yourself
in between each tent you spend the night in
And the warmth that you steal
YOU ARE READING
Cigarettes, sunsets & Daydreams
PoetryThis collection is a representation of the foundational heartbreaks I've experienced through life. It's gut wrenching and trauma filled. Be ready for the ride; I hope you enjoy your time within my mind.
