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 Feb 2014 Latiaaa
Theia Gwen
I remember that day in 7th grade
Back when you were still calling yourself Cassie
You were standing reserved and afraid
In gym class clad in shorts and words carved in your skin
That was the day I began to notice you

3 years later and we're best friends
Not much has changed except that you go by Nate now,
I still mess up pronouns sometimes,
Your body tells the tale of a war going on for years,
In that time
We've become a little bit wiser,
Hopefully a tad bit happier,
And your cuts go a little bit deeper
I write a lot of poetry about Nick and I decided it was time I finally wrote on about my best friend, Nate. He's been through a lot but I love him so much.
Where I see hip-bones and ribs, you see my
fragile heart calling for you. I see three numbers
on the scale- 1, 2 and 6. You see the graceful body of
a free spirit that only you can bring back to earth.
You see unused spoons and forks and unopened
packages of macaroni and cheese, but I only see my
reflection in the silverware and how much thinner my
face is since seeing a 4 on the scale this morning.
I see dark circles under my eyes, nothing that
can't be fixed, but you see a girl waking up
at 3 in the morning and wanting nothing
more than to have you in bed with her.

You picked the wrong girl, babe. You're so right for me
but I want more than you can give
but who knows? Maybe you can give me
everything I need and more.
You promised to love me forever and someday
we'll run away together. We'll get on a bus or a train
with a little money and each other. You'll be wearing
jeans because I love the way they look on you
and I'll be wearing jeans because they're baggy
and you can't see how thin I've gotten.

I see us on our own, a little apartment just for us.
A sanctuary. Where we can run away from it all and
we won't buy a scale because
I won't care anymore. I'll look into your eyes
and finally see myself as you see me.
Because where I see a girl that needs to be saved you see a girl who could be strong enough to save herself
It's just a bite, what harm could it do?
It triggers a domino effect, because one bite invariably turns into two, and three, and four and all of a sudden you're eating.
But you can't do that, because being skinny will make everything better.
You look in the mirror, hoping to see ribs and spine and hip-bones. You stretch your skin farther over your bones, and watch the fat melt away. You are skinny, and you are indestructible.
Nothing fits.
You shop for new clothes
but they sag in all the wrong places.
Nothing pulls over your chest the way it used to, instead it hangs there limply.
There are inches of extra fabric behind your thighs.
Your hips used to be graceful and womanly, but now you look like a pre-pubescent child.
Being skinny just isn't fun anymore.
But you can't go back, because you remember times when you'd stand in front of dressing room mirrors and clothes would s t r e t c h over your stomach and hips and thighs and *******. Everything would be too tight in all the wrong places.
It is either skinny or fat, never an in-between. You can never be "healthy" because that's fat too.
And the food is still on your plate while all of this runs through your mind and it almost kills you, because it's JUST A BITE.
but it isn't 'just' anything. it's a big deal.
So you leave the bite behind and your stomach begs you for something, anything. And then you see the candy.
The chips.
The diet sodas.
The protein bars.
The brownies.
The ice cream.
The milkshakes.
And suddenly you are out of control, eating it all at once and you can't stop. It goes in but it HAS TO COME OUT.
So you lock yourself in the stall.
You tickle the back of your throat with your pointer finger and it comes back.
Purple,
Orange,
Blue.
Unnatural colors that come from processed foods.
Red,
yellow,
green.
And you are empty again,
crying on the bathroom floor
with no one to save you.
You might just be the most comfortable person in the world.
I leaned up against you
so that I could feel your heartbeat
and so that my head would rise and fall with your chest.
Your breath was warm on my head.
You pulled me closer
and
hesitantly
put your arm across my chest.
I could hear your heartbeat
perfectly in time with mine
And I swear
in that moment we were infinite.
I'd like to believe that soulmates are forever.
That you can fall in love with someone
who is meant perfectly for you.
Someone whose body fits next to yours
like two pieces of a puzzle.
Who curves in all the right places
to fit in to the gaps between your heartstrings.

A soulmate isn't forever.

But
there is a kind of intimacy that comes with being a soulmate
and it's so much more than just ***
or skin on skin
with clothes on the floor
and the lights turned way down low
and tangled sheets and secret smiles.
It's an intimacy that comes with knowing
their hopes and dreams and secrets
and
having a deep connection that can't be replaced.

Soulmates aren't forever.
But oh, how I wish they were.
I'd really like feedback on this. I wrote this after reading many poems dealing with the idea of a soulmate and I don't really even know what a soulmate is or how to find one.
Now before you say anything about the title I ask that you read this.

Have we all been wrongly judging Satan
consider this, if everytime you tried to do
something good, someone else takes the credit
and makes you out to be a bad guy,
no one really knows you
but everyone hates you
and everything that goes wrong in the world
is always your fault.
This is what happens to Satan everyday.
So if all of this happened to you
would you not be as twisted and evil as him?
What do I mean to her
can somebody please let me know
what do I mean to you
does anyone even know
you say you're impossible to love
you say who could love a mass of flaws like you
you say that you don't know if you love me
well I can say that I know just how I feel about you
and I know that
no matter how much I write for you
I can't change you're mind
I'm just not right for you
but when have I ever given up
on what I love
never tell yourself that someday you'll be perfect
don't lie to yourself
never tell yourself that someday you'll just grow out of it
I want you to see the truth
you're perfectly imperfect
so please don't say
that you won't make it to the next day
I'll always be here for you
so don't think that I'm just so perfect
I'm no better than anyone else
and don't think
I'll abandon you
when you need me the most
so please don't cry
or I might show
that I'm really a sensitive guy
so please don't dream of being better
than you always will be
because you're already the best
and please tell me if I'm being annoying
I'll try my best not to be
but I don't like to break promises
so stop focusing on your flaws
and focus on the things you love about yourself
and if you can't think of anything
ask someone to list them with you
and don't try to deny it
you can't spell Imperfect
without I'm Perfect...
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