It's not about the pounds on my body
It's not about who does who doesn't like me
It's not about fitting a status quo
But feeling beautiful head to toe
I want to go on a diet
You say don't do it
You think I'm pretty
But it's about me loving me
I appreciate you
I appreciate what you do
But this is my insecurity
This is my idea of beauty
I think I'm ugly
I know I'm unhealthy
It's time to do a 180
It's time to change me
So the next time you see me
I'll be standing confidently
I might be 120 I might be 160
But either way, I'll love me
But for now I'm in hiding by unusedEmotion, literature
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But for now I'm in hiding
I'm too young to feel this way
To feel torn apart
Like I've lost my way
I'm too young to feel so hopeless
Like a bird astray
So, so restless
I'm too young to feel so tired of life
So worthless
I don't want to deal with strife
I am just a teenager
With seventeen years to my name
But I feel like a salvager
Collecting ashes after being set aflame
Aflame with what?
I do not know
A burning passion, a dream?
I think not
I'm too scared of fire
I'm a coward
A fear of desire
And what it will bring
I want to dance
I want to sing
I want to talk
I want to draw
It's not a roaring flame
But it's just as raw
Just as powerful
A steady simmer
A slow r
The girl in pink
Came to school today
I tried to talk to her
But she just walked away
Again, I tried to get her attention
She gave me a short nod and a glare
I don't know why she doesn't like me
And I don't know why I care
She's been adding some black to her wardrobe
I commented on it, said I liked the variety
She graced me with a jerky smile
But otherwise, she completely ignored me
I think I'm wearing her down
Because when I talk to her, here and there
Sometimes she doesn't just walk on past
The quiet her and the talkative me, I think we make quite a pair
The girl in pink did something spectacular today
I greeted her and asked "How are y
i went to visit her
the girl in pink
told the teacher
i lived on the way
i could deliver the homework
that was a lie
i live
miles away
i walked up to the front door
it was black
with a shiny, metal door-handle
i knocked
once, twice
three times
she answered on the fourth
and stared at me
with those gorgeous eyes
and with great surprise i
realized that those eyes
they did not
look
so
dead
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i waited it out
the silence that befell us
she stared at me
and i
stared right back
she was shocked
that i had visited
i remembered that
i had an excuse
and shakily held up the papers
her face closed off
and she
The girl in pink hasn't been here. Not for days.
She's a striking girl. Though I am alone in my opinion of her ugliness, others describe her using words such as 'beautiful' and 'gorgeous', even I can't help but be drawn to her. That is why, I am surprised.
When I returned to school on Monday, expecting to see the girl in pink, she was not there. And when I say, she was not there. I mean, she was not there. At all.
The teacher took roll. The girl in pink, was not called.
During recess, when the other girls come to gossip. When they come to tear apart self-esteem. When they come to backstab each other and make lies. When they come. The gir
I've been watching the girl in pink. There are baby pinks, bubblegum pinks, hot pinks, and more. There are pink laces and satins, velvet and so, cotton here, and muslin there. Cotton candy pink, pastel pink, barbie pink.
I thought at first that she just wasn't picky. That maybe her colour choices are as apathetic as she is. Seems. It turns out that I was wrong.
She's a ghost, wearing her body like a mask. It's difficult to even try to look further. I looked and I looked though, because I'm in the habit of not giving up. A twitch, a softening in the eyes, I could ramble about her line after line like a poetry book undone.
But I saw somethin
They're Just so in Love by unusedEmotion, literature
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They're Just so in Love
Three years. Three years of dating. Of sex and fights and happiness and snuggling and pack and home and whispers at night and sexy possessive glares and growling and marking and touching and talking and just-
Stiles choked out a sob as Lydia rubbed his back consolingly.
"I mean-I mean, I just thought that- I didn't think it was just me! He would say stuff during you know, sex, like calling me his mate like it was going to be forever! And whenever we were out if there was a baby and I ended up cooing over it, totally in a manly way just fyi, he would get all soft and he'd hug me and I thought for sure that somehow this would end up in us and
I've got an o-b-s-e
Double s, i-o-n
With a guy initials LB
And he doesn't even
Know me
I won't say it
No no oh
But have you heard of
Some little thing
Called love
It's got four letters
L-o-v-e
Not too hard to spell
But so terrifying
To me
Is it overboard to say
His smile makes my world
Light up and my day
Seems so much shinier
And he probably thinks I'm a creeper
He's got a g-i-r-l friend
It's so unfair I never got the chance
For a love story to begin or end
No dashing prince, no fairy tale, no ball
But can I help that he's my all
How do you end this longing
How do you quit this pining
Ing ing ing ing ing
I'm trying
Trying
L-o-v-e
I t
Girl Who Wears Pink p1 by unusedEmotion, literature
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Girl Who Wears Pink p1
There's a girl who wears pink at school. She's really, very ugly. Gorgeous black hair, fine as silk that falls just below her
shoulders; clear, pale white skin, sapphire blue eyes. She's something out of a story. Everything about her makes sense, when you look at
her you feel it's logical that she should be beautiful. Gorgeous. And yet, she's ugly.
Maybe it's the way everything about her is so perfect, how every feature on her face is eerily symmetrical. How her eyes are
such a brilliant, striking blue. How her lashes are dark, a bold contrast to the intense colour of her eyes. How she seems to have missed
out on the