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BeAuTiFuL bReAkDoWn
“You are Beautiful”
She says shaking
To the mirror’s reflection
As a tear runs down her cheek.
She hates who she sees and that will never change.
“People love you…”
As her lips tremble
She traces the scars she has left on herself
A painting of her own destruction.
“You are Beautiful”
She laughs at herself
As she clamps a hand to her mouth
And the tears tumble down.
“People care about you…”
She thinks of her friends
Smiling faces
But they all seem so far away.
“You are Beautiful”
She bites her nails
And scratches at her arms.
“They’re all counting on you…”
but when were they there for her?
She did alright by herself (sometimes)
“You’ll be ok…” she cries.
“You are Beautiful”
She screams at the reflection.
And tears at the cold glass.
“You’ll be just fine…”
She falls to the floor
Touching the cold glass.
“You are beautiful”
She whispers through the tears.
“He still loves you…” but it’s not the same I fear…
“You are Beautiful”
She says shaking
To the mirror’s reflection
As a tear runs down her cheek.
She hates who she sees and that will never change.
“People love you…”
As her lips tremble
She traces the scars she has left on herself
A painting of her own destruction.
“You are Beautiful”
She laughs at herself
As she clamps a hand to her mouth
And the tears tumble down.
“People care about you…”
She thinks of her friends
Smiling faces
But they all seem so far away.
“You are Beautiful”
She bites her nails
And scratches at her arms.
“They’re all counting on you…”
but when were they there for her?
She did alright by herself (sometimes)
“You’ll be ok…” she cries.
“You are Beautiful”
She screams at the reflection.
And tears at the cold glass.
“You’ll be just fine…”
She falls to the floor
Touching the cold glass.
“You are beautiful”
She whispers through the tears.
“He still loves you…” but it’s not the same I fear…
Literature
Beautiful
She sliced into her skin, tears streaming down her face. She looked up at her ceiling, covered in glow-in-the-dark stars. She marveled at them, then looked down at her butchered thighs and wrists. She heard the door creak open, and saw him come in. His eyes widened, taking how she was covered in her own blood, still holding the box cutter. She fell to her side and lay bleeding on the carpet. He rushed over to her and gathered her in his lap, still sitting on the floor. She gave a weak smile up to him and asked:
"Am I beautiful yet?"
Literature
Beautiful...
I didn't really like it when she cried.
I just loved the way it made her look.
Her eyes were always vibrant.
But, God—God, when she cried…they sparkled.
Her cheeks would turn that perfect plum, that dangerous shade of blue-crimson.
She would push her hair out of her face: in futility.
It would fall back, frazzled, crazed.
Beautiful.
I would watch her, in her less-than-silent agony,
My eyes: absorbed, ablaze. Like a hawk.
Like a vulture.
She was so real.
So vulnerable, the conceptual putty in my hands.
Passionate, with her lips pushed lightly forward.
Almost in a kiss…
Part of me wanted to be that gleam at the tip of her eyel
Literature
Loving Hate
I want to love you, but I can't.
I want to kill you with a thousand kisses.
And suffocate you my lust.
Hold you hostage in my arms forever,
And by no means ever let you go.
I want to drown you with eternal love.
But I end up burning with fiery passion.
I want my lips to poison you with selfless venom.
Can you feel me spreading through your veins?
Killing all that you once were….
Leaving you with nothing but the pain.
I want to strangle you with the chains that bind our love to hate
And let my tears wash away the pain.
I want to stab an arrow through your heart
And awaken the emotions that you rarely show.
Emotions that lie dee
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Love it. I can relate to it a lot.