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it’s so easy to write love poems
that it’s hard
because i don’t want to
say the same things
or use the same words
that everyone else
has written a thousand times
to describe love
and i won’t compare
my love for you
to the love the sun
has for the moon
or the waves
have for the shore
or the trees
have for the sky
because there is
too much predictability in that
even in the way
that day becomes night
and waves crash down
and leaves change colors
only so that
they can start again
no, i love you in ways
that even the songbird
would not understand
because feelings like these
are more beautiful
and more complex
than the bonds and patterns
found in nature.
that it’s hard
because i don’t want to
say the same things
or use the same words
that everyone else
has written a thousand times
to describe love
and i won’t compare
my love for you
to the love the sun
has for the moon
or the waves
have for the shore
or the trees
have for the sky
because there is
too much predictability in that
even in the way
that day becomes night
and waves crash down
and leaves change colors
only so that
they can start again
no, i love you in ways
that even the songbird
would not understand
because feelings like these
are more beautiful
and more complex
than the bonds and patterns
found in nature.
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. you remind me of someone beautiful
once upon a time, you told me i can't save everyone.
- - -
you will never read this, thankfully,
( i think, i think, i think, is what i tell myself like a record on repeat )
but i would like you to know i have so much left to say.
i remember looking at you and seeing the entire world staring back,
hearing all of the music of the universe playing at once.
what happened? have you lost the notes?
has the world torn that out of you?
i'd give it all back if i could,
but i'm afraid you don't want my silly confessions or sad-sorry-stories anymore.
- - -
i've become no more than pixelated text, a name staring at you blankly through the
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Beautiful Enough -Anorexia-
Meet a girl named No One, with a heart of shattered stone
Staring at the other girl, the one that's not alone
Girl with skin that glistens, with the eyes of crystal seas
Grin of shining diamonds and a laugh like a disease
Flashes just a glance and soon, she's every trouble's cure
She has everything
and No One's off to be like her.
Eating turns into a crime, she'd rather be away
Thrusting fingers down her throat to make herself okay
Watching as her very bones are seen behind her flesh
There she drowns in tears, for she has not yet seen success.
Minutes turn to hours, and these hours turn to days
Every moment slipping, slowly f
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Beautiful Skeleton
When I grow up, I'm going to plant
Dandelion seeds in front of my house.
I know they're weeds; I don't care.
I'm tired of the beautiful.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
Who's the thinnest fairest of them all?
She can count her ribs, she's almost dead
And yet she's still fat inside her head.
Did you know there's enough spray-tan in America to
Paint the snow in Alaska a mile deep?
Did you know that the lip-stick in California alone
Could cover the Hollywood Walk of Fame with the word 'ugly'- twice?
I'm sick of saying 'beautiful'
And 'ugly' is the harshest four-letter word I know.
If I hear 'starved' one more time, I'm going to throw
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I love this poem in a way that even the songbird wouldn't understand. *gasps for breath*