Enough

this just a poem i wrote a few months ago on a whim when i was feeling a bit melancholy and contemplative

 

Enough

 

What i see as i stare at a little box

images, images of others portraying the world's supposed idea of beauty

so different from what i see

when i look in the mirror

at a plain faced me

 

Slender, taut stick bodies with artificial curves

rainbow painted faces, cloth revealing certain

places

smiles like shining glass, pearls gleaming, jewels set in faces

in place of eyes

seeing such things

brings my demise and i realize...

 

that my face is pale, plain, scarred, forlorn

my eyes boring green, sad with the things i've seen

my skin sandpaper, my lips cracked

my face a bloated balloon set atop sunken bone sheathed in

flesh

my nose too big, my hair flat and dull

makes me sad, void and null

my confidence, self-esteem shatters

along with thoughts of ever being beautiful...

 

i am as graceful as a derailed  train hurtling to its end

i am as independent as a log caught on a rock in a raging river

and your russet eyes fixed on me is an enigma...

it makes me stumble and my heart

flutters

like fervent butterfly wings

so many things...

 

your eyes melt my insides, turn my legs to rubber

you are an all-powerful, all-consuming

prescence

my lover, my friend, my life, the blood, the marrow in my

bones...

i feel you inside

but i still can't hide

the surprise i feel

how it's so surreal that you love me

i know you must see

a beauty in me...

 

and i think that may be enough

those feelings so strong and true

to make me love me

the way that you do

 

 

 

Author's Note

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