White Flag.

There is an oppression in obsession

The refusal to let go of what you know
Will hurt you 
It eats you alive everytime
but you survive one cycle
just to start again
You give away your heart
to something that seems so sublime
Because maybe "this time" you'll be wrong
You stand against the tide of truth
Seeming strong, knowing all along
You're going to drown in disappointment
You duel your heart against your mind
Hoping to find the heart the winner
You fight not to the death
But to the pain
Each tortured memory
a drop of blood red rain
Yet you keep on handing it over
Bits of bloody heart
Pulled apart and stapled back together
A few chunks missing here and there
The sight of it too hard to bare
But there it is in your open palm
Hoping someone will come along
With heart shine and gauze
not caring about the cause
only the solution to your heartache
But when they do, they learn of their mistake
They find your eyes
Still looking at your last demise
Haunted by who came before
but they aren't there anymore
Now they're just another missing piece
that has destroyed your heart shaped masterpiece
an open palm holds your hopes and dreams
but its too tattered and ripped at the seams
for you to bare the thought to share

I am...

I am shattered glass... 

Each shard a reflection
Showing a sharper side to me
A kaleidoscope of colors
Culminating into a
Stained glass built of scars
I am beauty in pain...
Bruises faded by time
Creating a unique rorschach piece
In awe, you stare and wonder
What each whirling section
Means for the whole
I am the broken box of Pandora...
The hope left at the bottom
A hand outstretched in the dark
Burning my fingertips
With shrinking match sticks
So you can see the way
I am the rock in the quicksand...
As you sink you feel me there
And your racing heart beings to soften
Knowing there's a place to land
That will keep you from your
Overwhelming fate.

Scars and Glue

I handed my heart 
to a man 
with rough hands 
one day
And it got so scarred and broken 
That it ran away.
Now I give out empty air
Hoping someone new
Will come along
With hands that are strong
And build a new heart
With a hammer and glue

A 10

I am not a 10. 
I have curves in the wrong place 
I have acne on my face. 
I am not a 10. 
My eyes carry luggage
My heart carries baggage
I am not a 10.
I am plain to the masses
I am strange to the asses
I am not a 10.
My hair doesnt flow
My eyes do not glow.
I am not a 10.
I can make you laugh til you cry
I can make you want to try
I am not a 10.
My smile is perfection
My arms show affection
I am not a 10.
I love hard but with caution
I never let loved ones be forgotten
I am not a 10.
My face may not be ideal
My body may lack appeal.
But I am not a 10.
I am more than some stupid score.
I am someone you can adore.

Reflection

For too long
I would
Snap a photo of
My father's daughter's
pretty painted face
So quick to add a filter
Not wanting to show
The real her
That I wake up to every morning
Covering the scars
And blemishes
To find the  perfect version
Of the perfect "self"
Spent too much time
Not knowing
That truly growing
Means having a life
With no filtered smiles
Growing up
Means throwing out
The fears
That yesteryear's
Brushes
Are your primary colors
Thinking that how others
See the you of you
Holds more value
Than the eyes in the mirror
Being true to who
You have become
Means finding value
In all the versions of you
Now, I  snap a photo
of my father's daughter's
Pretty face
So quick to add a smile
Knowing that I'm still growing
That the face
I see
Is the definition of beauty
Not an empty hunt
for perfection
But the reflection
of hope
Behind warm brown eyes
Beauty isn't
The curvature of
the ideal nose
Or perfect skin
It's being happy with
the body you live in
It's seeing that face
Looking back at you
in the mirror
And have no objection
About your reflection