I sat down and tried to write myself a love poem and I couldn’t couldn’t compare myself to the rain against the window on an april day couldn’t draw tattoos on my arm with a ballpoint pen couldn’t tell myself that the sun rises everyday knowing i’d be there to wake up to it that the moon wishes i’d give it so much as a glance that my smile, when it reaches the corners of my eyes, is one of the wonders of the universe I tried to make the tiny things i do seem beautiful to romanticize every little detail I don’t doubt for a second that i turn heads that the curves of my hips match my smile just in just the right way. that i light up a room but living in this body makes you hate it living with this mind is something i wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy i have convinced myself that every person in my life will leave you could give someone all you have and they will only see you as a mere moment that i am a mere accessory in someone’s life a distant memory i am trying to write myself a love poem because i believe that nobody else will Later | Sym Cloyd
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