every moment you ever told me,

every time you suggested.

that I would never be perfect the way I am

has resonated,

ground me into the dirt,

swelled and grew,

poked, scratched, scared and burned.

now no matter what I see before me,

it will never be enough.

-body shamming 

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my favorite function of our love

is that the desperate pit of loneliness

the crawling spikes of self-hatred

that traveled up my spine and stabbed my heart

has disappeared in the strike of the moment

that i laid eyes on you.