you're not single, because of the size of your breasts, nose, or waist. you're not single, because you're ugly or boring or dumb. you're not single, because you're damaged, broken, or unlovable.

 

those nasty things you say to yourself when you look into the mirror or at a photograph aren't true. your supposed 'flaws' aren't the reason why you have a hard time finding a boyfriend.

 

you're single, because you refuse to accept compliments. you refuse to believe that anyone could find you attractive. the idea of someone falling asleep while thinking about your smile is foreign to you. you can't even imagine it happening.

 

whenever a boy stares at you, you wonder if there's something in your teeth, if your makeup is smudged, if he's judging you over the outfit you're wearing.

 

and when a boy texts you, when he gives you extra special attention, you assume that he's just being friendly. or that he likes one of your friends. or that he just wants sex.

 

you always think that there's a catch, because you sell yourself short. you assume that everyone sees you the way you see yourself, which is far from the truth.

 

others see you more clearly. they see how bright your eyes shine when you laugh. they see how sexy your body moves when you walk. they see how pretty you look when you talk about the things that you love.

 

someone out there is dying to date you. you just don't realize it, because you're blinded by your insecurities.

 

you have to understand that the saying about how you have to love yourself before anyone else can love you is complete bullshit. people already love you. they'll continue to love you, no matter how many hours you spend wishing you were someone else.

 

the truth is, you won't be able to fully accept another person's love until you love yourself.

 

if you keep hating yourself, you'll always wonder why a boy would want you - you'll doubt his feelings for you because you can't wrap your head around them.

 

you’ll get into fights with him when he says you look beautiful because you’ll think he’s lying. you’ll convince yourself that he’s going to cheat because why would he choose you over a prettier girl?

if you hate yourself, then you’ll push and push until he’s forced to leave.

that’s why you have to believe in your beauty. learn to love at least a few pieces of yourself, so when the right boy comes along, you don’t let him slip from your grasp.

keep telling yourself that you deserve love. you deserve respect. you deserve to find someone that genuinly believes you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

and when he gives you that compliment, when he tells you there’s no one in the world that compares to you, accept it. believe it.

never let your insecurities convince you that you’re unlovable, because you are a masterpiece.

im afraid of the future
im scared ill never reach my potential
i feel like im letting everyone down

im afraid people hate who i really am

i hate caring about what people think

i get headaches just by breathing the same air as you but i can't stop wanting to be around you because just by touching your skin i feel like flowers have bloomed in my chest

i have so many thoughts and feelings and i cant quite understand any of them at all

the voices in my head are getting louder and louder and i need your arms around me

don't tell me that you love

me unless you truly mean it

 

they say that bad words hurt

but they never tell you

that good ones can hurt too

everyone treats you like you're some

delicate flower

who will break with a single touch

 

but really i'm that flower

and you're the one who is jabbing me

with a knife

it's so late that

the moon has been tucked

in the blankets of the sky

 

and looking up

reminds me how

i used to be tucked in your arms

 

but not anymore

HARRY IS SO CUTE HE’S SO SO SO SO SO SO CUTE LIKE EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM HIS PERSONALITY IS CUTE HIS HAIR IS CUTE HIS NOSE IS CUTE HIS FACE IS CUTE HIS JOKES ARE CUTE HIS STORIES ARE CUTE HIS OUTFITS ARE CUTE HIS BODY IS CUTE HIS HIPS ARE CUTE HIS LEGS ARE CUTE HIS EYES ARE CUTE HIS SMILE IS CUTE HIS LIPS ARE CUTE LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM IS CUTE HE IS LITERALLY THE CUTEST THING ON EARTH 

I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU CAN MEAN SO MUCH TO ME WHEN I DON'T MEAN A SINGLE THING TO YOU, YOU ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND DAY IN AND DAY OUT AND IT IS EATING ME ALIVE I HAVE TRIED DROWNING THE THOUGHT OF YOU BUT NO AMOUNT OF VODKA WILL KILL THESE HORRIBLE THOUGHTS ABOUT HOW YOU WILL NEVER LOVE ME THE WAY I LOVE YOU AND HOW SHE'S SO MUCH PRETTIER THAN I AM I WISH I WAS ENOUGH FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE MORE THAN ENOUGH FOR ME

STOP ACTING SO BROKEN BY HIM HE IS A PILE OF BONES WRAPPED IN SKIN HE ISN'T WORTH LOOSING YOUR MIND OVER HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU HE NEVER DID AND BELIEVE ME YOUR NAME WAS NOT ON HIS TONGUE WHILE HER LIPS WERE AGAINST HIS HE DOESN'T THINK ABOUT YOU WHEN HE HEARS YOUR FAVOURITE SONG HE ONLY TURNS IT OFF BECAUSE HE NEVER REALLY LIKED IT ANYWAYS

BUT YOU CUT ME AND NOW WORDS ARE POURING OUT AND I CAN'T STOP BLEEDING THESE STUPID POEMS BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO FORGET BUT I CAN'T AFFORD TO REMEMBER ANYMORE

man, i like you so much i see fucking stars when you smile

i always try to hide my big dumb goofy grin when i see you

 

i can't remember when we first met

i wish i did

i wish i could do it over again

so we both wouldn't forget

 

maybe it seems like we've just always

known each other

 

that sounds nice i think

 

i'm jealous of your shirt

it gets to sit so close

you don't feel shy

 

i just want to go to the beach with you

pick flowers with you

eat pizza with you

if i am honest

i can plant my grief

like basil in the garden

take some time for myself

and cook with the growth

 

i keep secrets from myself

keep bouquets from lovers who

couldn't remember my name

swallow my spit before i speak

i am so shy

 

my legs are bruised

i don't know how i got from there to here

marks on my skin tell my family i love them

 

heart like a chest of drawers yelling 'fill me'

i've been alone for too long

I always just have to

Figure these things out

On my own.

 

Nobody ever seems

To want to let me know.

you can only cower behind a shield for so long before it becomes a mask. you can only cower behind a mask for so long before it becomes you. find a new shield. how long have you been doing this? how many layers of obsolete identities cover your heart? how many layers of bark cover the acorn a tree once was?

 

how long have you been you?