Glowing Star Sticker On The Wall Of An Airnb.

Glowing star sticker on the wall of an airnb.

Curtains hiding the past like a child's face playing hide and seek, not wanting to be found.

Will I not love myself when I grow up?

(This poem is written out the perspective of my younger self)

"I'm nothing."

you say

to your mirror,

broken,

you shattered it 2 years ago.

these words are not your own.

you quote & you quote & you quote,

yet forget to mention

the authors name

is lie

I used to believe adults words;

when dreams were reality,

when pluto was a planet,

& a dog more than

just bones.

Do you know your words

are nothing but lies

formed out of your uncertainty?

Fourteen is a shitty age;

I wish, they would've warned us.

You're all grown up now

but scared & you lie.

what changed in youth?

you don't dare to be loved without pain;

Will that happen to me?

You still look like a child,

begging to be held

in the sound arms

of your unholy mother

she wants to love you; but can she?

If she doesn't like herself

in her room,

how can her love reach

your ears

in her arms?

Adults say, they don't lie,

but no truth reaches my ears;

their mirror lie to them

so they lie to themselves;

Where did their self-love go?

Why do they speak about love

like it was a task

& not a feeling?

I lie sometimes in fear;

What happens in youth?

Will I not love

when I grow up?

will my mirror teach me

how to hate & to lie

to myself & to you?

I can't promise that I will always love you

when I'm grown up,

but listen to me while I'm young

& believe the words while

I can still see the truth.

Your mirror is broken

& your mother is gone

& you forgot

how to love yourself;

so let me love you

Be brave and let yourself be loved;

let not lie, no mirror

be an obstacle to my love.

It takes time, but we're young

There's still time left;

We may never be holy, but at least

you don't call unholiness your mirror anymore.

we'll be more than we bargained for,

maybe less than what we wanted to

But don't worry; you will be.

The truth: you will be something.

Something loveable anyway;

p.s. i love you

A/N : I wished somebody would have told me that you will hate yourself when you grow up. I wished somebody would have taught me to love myself through it.

I've grown up, and I still don't love myself like I did when I was a kid. But I'm learning; I still have time...

I am merely a ghost of my body.

A reflection of windows in the town of flames.

It keeps you warm but one day you will burn.

I am not here.

Not really...

A wall of glass hides the things in front of me.

August

In my throat I could still feel the air of August.

The earth spun ahead

and flowers danced

but in my body

time stood still

and I didn't dare to breath out.

I was too afraid

my breath

could touch your fragile body,

which seemed like made out of glass.

Too afraid I would break you.

I was so careful

but you still left.

And since then,

my inner clock stood still

and this silence drove me crazy.

Since you left,

I couldn't do anything;

except starring at the walls

and wishing

you were here.

I remember your hand

caressing my cheek

as I cried.

In those moments of memories,

I can feel the warmth

and the pressure.

Your thumb

wiping away

those tears of which I cried too many.

But now

I wish I could feel these tears again.

But I'm empty.

You are a rose

You are a rose.

Born with spikes,

They hurt but

that's okay,

Because you are beautiful.

You are a rose.

A symbol of love

The painting of passion

Dyed red petals,

Of nightingales blood.

You are a rose.

Protecting the fallen prince

Bravery in his heart

Fighting for his people

The "hero" killed his love

You are a rose

A symbol of revolution

Banned by the wicked

Loved by the good

A gift from the dawn

You are a rose.

A symbol of death and youth

War and friendship.

Love and purity,

Unity, people

Since the beginning of flowers

You are a symbol of us

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I was bored and I saw a rose

I'm scared

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The street is big and noisy,

The entire ground is red.

Blood and guts squished under cars,

I'm scared like a cat.

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Running in a zigzag.

Jesus take the wheel.

You know I don't believe in you,

but i still hope that you're real.

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I need someone to hold me,

but please don't touch my skin.

My will to life returned,

I don't know where it has been.

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The kid in me is crying,

Tears running down my cheek.

I want to scream and shout,

But I'm afraid to even speak.

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If you want to, you can try reading it to the melody of (more like the beginning of the verses)

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Only Everyone Can Judge Me by Crywank

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