121.
I hate my extra skin.
I hate how it doesn't redefine the muscles I've put on my body over the last year.
The need for it not to be there without some fancy surgery.
I hate my extra skin on my arms.
I hate how good other girls look in tight shirts.
While I look the opposite.
The skin that could look good on other girls could not look good on me.
I hate my extra skin.
~E, extra skin.
122.
I gave up on telling people my interests when people stopped asking.
When I wanted and felt like I could say something I was shot down.
So I gave up.
I gave up when people stopped asking if I still did something I had told them months prior.
I gave up trying to talk to them about it.
I told them what they wanted to hear.
Other than that. Nothing was said.
I gave up trying to someone else.
~E, mirror.
123.
I wanted you to come back.
But I wasn't gonna kill myself for it.
~E, there's no point.
124.
To the ones
you loved before me.
I am sorry.
125.
Sometimes I want to change myself so much.
That when I look back. I don't recognize the girl I see.
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sunsets after dark. | poetry collection
Poetryfor the ones that were the sunshine for one wrong person then became the midnight rain for everyone else. an collection of poetry and short stories. ‼️TW‼️ contains hard topics including a mention of SA & SH. Amongst other things. I am a poet I wr...
