Oh, screw you, Brendon..
My curls are special.
My honey eyes are someones sea..
Ivory skin of mine can be someones gold.
Most of the time,
It's my gold.
Screw you, Brendon,
Your opinion means nothing.
It may hurt your ego, but you mean nothing
Anymore.
I'm flames and mountains and rivers.
You don't have to agree with it
For it to be true.
I don't have to be enough for you
To be enough for me.
I am special, Brendon,
But you are blind.
Screw you, the world have been waiting for me
Too long.
I'm going to give it
A little bit of my beauty.
Fuck you and your barriers,
I feel freedom in my nose.
YOU ARE READING
The bottomless
PoetryChosen poems of lost people, unforgettable memories and some brilliant but miserable thoughts that kept me awake some nights.
