i wonder what it’s like

to wake up and love yourself

to look in the mirror and not want to cry

to weigh yourself, see the number, and not want to puke

to be with friends and not feel ugly

to go into public and not be insecure

to go shopping for clothes and not feel fat

i just wonder;

what it’s like to love your life.

We left an imprint
on the damp grass
leaving behind lies
to make fresh ones.

Your eyes gaze to another

Crinkled and flat,
I lay down
in your cast.

The green lawn holds me
as I look at
grey skies,
blue shining through:
I know you’ve left.

—  Z.C

Maybe it’s

a good thing you’re response are insincere,

it makes it easier to let you go.

like the little secret you let me be,

i’ll stay insignificant,

i’ll excuse myself.

You’re insecurities reflected,

against me,

to become my worries,

but now, i’ll give them back to you,

and i’ll leave you with nothing,

just the way you’ve kept me.