Thoughts On Beauty #2
Thoughts on Beauty #2
She saw herself as hideous, so she marked her skin in red. What she never knew was how beautiful the scars were. They were an expression which showed that she could still feel, even after all she had been through. That is more beautiful than any amount of foundation or concealer.
Because of those scars, she knew she could endure.
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Thoughts on Love #11
You were a silent storm. Looming until finally you broke and I was washed out by downpours and blinded by lightning. Although it wasn't the thunder that rocked my world, only when I reached the eye of the storm did I see the peace and stillness of your true self- the one that I fell in love with. That was the part that shook my world, creating a new storm inside myself
how do you feel now? where did you go? was it really necessary that i lose you in order to grow?
Jhené Aiko Efuru Chilombo, 2Fish
There was so much more
That i should have said
So i look at the sky
And scream to the stars
The words that would've
Made you stay
Your shoulders are littered
With meaningless tatoos
Inky reminders
That cannot be removed
So here is new mistake
For you to wear around
And maybe it will mean something
When i am nowhere to be found
"You cant have it all," they say
And that, for me, is fine
I don't need everything
Just enough to get by
I don't want a mansion,
Or love, or wealth
I just want to know
How to love myself
I knew i had to leave you
When sitting by your side
Began to feel painful
Instead of like home
Thoughts on Love #2
When I saw you, there were butterflies in my stomach.
When I looked away, they became rabid wolves, scratching and eating away at me until I learned that what I was feeling was love
I heard the whispers of gold
That rode on the breath of dawn
They were quiet
With their tickling breath
As i was sobered by the sun
In the darkest light
Of morning
I see the outline of your face
An illusion
That I trace
With cold fingers
Which long to be warmed
By you
A rumble in the fog
Tells me I am not alone.
Quickened breaths
Faster steps
I try to flee
What stalks me in the dark
But when the fog clears
I see an empty field
Where the weeds have grown
Unkempt
And i wonder how i am meant
To trust others
When i can barely trust
Myself
