Poems from lizzhosanna
you hate things
about yourself
you don’t like photos
you feel weak and
unloved
and
uncared
for
But i promise you,
I care.
careless yet care ridden
your lips dripping with honey
so sweet you’re rotten to the core
me, innocent
innocence
Of you, of him, of every boy. Who can i trust? Who won’t break me. I can’t even trust myself, for I find i become the very thing I am so...