audreySL

I pick at my face

on a daily basis.

Rub my fingers over

my acne scars and oily skin,

every unwanted mark

that supposedly makes 

me beautiful.

I try to convince myself

for old times' sake

is such a pretty sentiment

like

let's do it

for the love

that used to be here

for the memories that used to be young

let's do it for the time

I was in love with him once. I think.

 they say I used to be so free,
 as if I set that freedom down
 somewhere careless
 and forgot to pick it back up.

I hear your concerns,

feel your pain, your joy, your laughter.

I know your doubts, what keeps you up at night.

But I will not change for you.