The stars unfold into your eyes and gleam at me with sad light,
telling me to love myself like I love the burn of your touch at night,
it's hard to look in the mirror, my own reflection an opponent ready to fight,
RKO me then bitch, the shadows of my insecurities are nothing but a midnight fright, yet somehow the terror creeps it way into my daily life.
swords in my back, brutal battles against myself, let these wounds heal to scars, as a testament that I will never lack. I am strong, I am stronger than the woman in the mirror, get this mantra tattooed like a plaque. it's a blue world but it's all about perspective that's what Mac said. Mellow melodies let them play beneath me float on the lyrics that help me breathe, this music is what keeps me
Sane.
Life full of one hit wonders, social media a mask of makeup meandering, recollections of the blue moons I felt worth something enough to show the world.
But with these benevolent boogie beats to the sound of my heart, with this sunshine brighter than those handful of melancholy moons, I can feel whole. I may not always love what I see but I will love myself whole. call me crazy, I call it emotional agility, let my spirit be sad and still have dignity, share my pain through this imagery, paint my picture but I don't want your sympathy, just needed a way to cope without begging to be visibly. let this poem, be my freedom. grow light feathered wings and become my messenger, tell my head to get out of the gutter of self pity, tell my lover I will try to think differently, Tell the villain in the mirror I'm done letting it play tricks on me.
just because my fingerprints pick at my skin don't make me a mystery, I am just a case worth digging in.
the galaxy sits comfortably on my face, making freckled imperfections, Stretch marks as soft as clouds line my thighs, my love calls it paradise.
How can we judge our bodies when our souls are the only prize to truly recognize?
The stars unfold into your eyes and gleam at me with sad light,
telling me to love myself like I love the burn of your touch at night,
I can finally admit that I'm trying my best, but I know I'll be alright.
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•honeypot thoughts• a book of poems
Poetryall the poems ive written compiled together. thanks for reading if you do <3 I appreciate any feedback, compliments or critiques! My art is inspired by life in and of itself. I try to create pieces based off of anything that touches me persona...
