i look down at my
body and never like
what i see i want
and try to change
maybe it's because
i want you to notice me
and maybe it's for
my benefit as well-
i guess we will never know
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrywritten poems that my heart whispered to my broken hands as they typed at eerie hours of the night.
changing
i look down at my
body and never like
what i see i want
and try to change
maybe it's because
i want you to notice me
and maybe it's for
my benefit as well-
i guess we will never know