Poems from jestink
“Take a look”
She tells me, and I shake my head
Desperately wanting to clear my mind of all her encouraging words
I refuse to look at that...
Fear is all i see, it clouds my eyes and mind with doubts and self loathing.
I'm afraid and I'll admit that I hate myself and everything...
Alone
I sit and stare at my callused hands
Hands too harsh, too thin to be beautiful
Slender hands tangle through wiry hair
I sit and...
She lives in denail
its not hard to see
the way her callused hands twist at the broken buttons of her shirt
shes damaged
failing her self...