Insecurities you see,
perfection you breathe.
Stretch marks you hate, tiger stripes you've gained.
Salty tears stream,
let them out, hear you scream.
Don't look at them, for self-hatred that it stems.
See you, From my view.
YOU ARE READING
and she used to eat flowers
RomanceThis book is a compilation of ROMANTIC short stories and poems. I hope you enjoy them.