Mirror.
I see her in the mirror. She has my eyes.
My hair.
My clothes.
When I move, she moves.
We look alike in every way.
But that girl is not me.
It's 4 a.m. And I Can't Sleep
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I see her in the mirror. She has my eyes.
My hair.
My clothes.
When I move, she moves.
We look alike in every way.
But that girl is not me.
One day I will wear boys’ shorts, a tank top, and sneakers.
One day I will gallop on horseback.
One day I will cut my hair short.
One day I will make art that I am proud of.
One day I will make the first move and kiss a boy.
One day I will kiss a boy on the top of a mountain.
One day I will have bookshelves that reach the ceiling.
One day I will read all day as it rains, and not talk to anyone or do anything else.
One day I will meet someone who makes my heart flutter.
One day I will ride a train.
One day I will visit an island.
One day I will get in a fight.
One day I will sing along to a song in public.
One day I will climb trees, barefoot.
One day I will swim in a mountain lake, naked.
One day I will let a man see me as I am, without anything to hide me, and I won’t be afraid of what he will say.
One day I will dye some part of my hair dark blue.
One day I will get another piercing in my ear.
One day I will drive at night with the top down.
One day I will write a full fledged story.
One day I will wear colored contacts, just to see who notices that my eyes are different.
One day I will have a six pack. I might not keep it, but at least I can say that I had one.
One day I will have every Pokemon game, and capture every Pokemon.
One day I will be a Pokemon master.
One day I will go back to Disney World.
One day I will learn more languages.
One day I will adopt a kitten and a puppy around the same time, so they can grow together.
One day I will get married.
One day I will have children.
One day I will fall in love.
These are promises I’m making myself. A post to remind me that, even when I am at my most depressed and suicidal, that there is a life I really, truly want. And that I can’t do any of those things if I’m not around. And to remind me that, even if I’m alive, if I lock myself away and hide myself, I won’t be living.
I am the ocean
Give me a mountain
So we can wear each other down
Till our insides are bare
And there’s nothing left
To hide
I sit on the old tree stump outside what was once my childhood home. Now, now it’s nothing.
(Source: woodenswordsandcardboardshields)
