HerAwesomeness13

I have become someone new. Ripping out the unsavory parts of myself, cleansing myself, was bloody and difficult. In taking out the negative, I have taken out Some of the innocent, kinder sections of my soul. But in the world we live in, there is very minimal room for kindness. The desperate bite the hand that feeds them, the lonely lash out at those who come too close. Life is hard to go through, complicated and arduous. The negative experiences of the many do not necessarily invalidate the beautiful experiences of the few. Life can feel impossible to go through, but that does not make it any less beautiful. Life, similar to that of a

I was wrong. I could try to spend the rest of this poem trying to explain that, lace it through with apologies and self-berating, but I tortured myself enough over the past seven months. I shouldn't have said those words. True. Those words were the cause that we ended up coming close to hating each other, but hate is a strong emotion. Plus, I could never really hate you. That would be impossible. I hope that we can be friends now. Do I have to explain this?

It's easier said than done, attempting to find yourself. I've been through hell and back with the end result of finding not a torrent, but an inkling of an idea of who I might be. I wrote to myself, to remind me of the person I used to be, and yet I found someone even better. I've been through hell and back, but the only thing I learned was not that I was stronger than I already thought, but I am worth fighting for. You once said I was unbelievably strong, but I didn't believe you. Now, I understand that strength isn't something we have, but rather something we accumulate as a result of our experiences.

I love you (or me). The way you furrow your eyebrows when a math problem makes no sense. The way your hair never behaves during the day, but before you go to sleep, it rivals that of a supermodel. The way you always try to sing along to a Disney song in a different language (and failing in a fit of laughter). The way you always stand up for what you believe is justice and how you never forget but always forgive. And how even though you're insecure, you don't know that you're the most beautiful and important girl in the room. How you can't hold a grudge unless someone cuts you really deep. How you know enough lawyer jargon to last a

If I could, I would learn to love the sloping curve of your nose, your almond shaped brown eyes, your soft chocolate hair, your freckled constellations on your face, and your easy-going smiles. But I can't because every time I see you, I see the Roman nose of another, who had round brown-black eyes, hair that was not soft, but chocolate, and pale skin (at least by my standards). He didn't smile often, but when he did, my heart leaped and it was more of a smirk anyways. I am really sorry I can't love you, but the truth is, I was just deceiving myself. I physically can not love another, but why am I writing this to you anyways. We've

How much longer until the violence stops? Until the deaths of innocent children will be prevented? You could say this is a social justice poem, but you could also say we are nothing more than one really weird acid trip. I write these words not for my own merit, but for those who have no voice for those who scream, who speak out against the howling wind, but have no response... We have been waiting for so many things- immigration reforms, gun violence laws, the list goes on. But our screams echo against the cold, empty halls of the White House; the hiding politicians make millions.

For so long, I tried to express how I felt. Words-those nonsensical beings. They eluded me when I needed them most (like now) and failed me even when sung with a melody. Physical expression-there was really no way to use it without seeming too clingy, like one of those girls you really hate. Art-too cliche. And anyways, what would that make you, my angst-filled muse? I would rather gargle glass than see you reduced to that. So in the end, there really was no way to show you how much I cared, how much I loved you. I wanted to hold you so hard until our bones fused together and all that was left of us was noting more than an idea of