Poems from EmilySmall17
How can I be okay with me?
My body is too big to match my dreams
How can I be okay with me?
I’m not as good as I once was
No matter what he...
Is it like sandpaper?
Like sandpaper being dragged across your head?
Is it like getting a warm hug?
Like getting a warm hug from the...
With my final breath,
I welcome in death.
I don’t believe in it.
That place beyond what we have seen.
The place where
I could have said I’ve been.
I don’t believe in it.
That...
Sex.
That's all I am to you.
To have as you like
All day and all night.
Until your pleasure is through.
Breasts.
That's all you want...