You remind me of the ocean,
a blur of blues mixing together
to harmonize what beauty is.
But then I look at your collarbones,
your dead collarbones.
And then that ocean turns black
as people dump trash as if they
are feeding the fishes.
But then my mind has this...tendency
to drown the ships that come with the
trash cans, to take the lives of
those who dare to dump trash on you,
and I didn't need a hurricane, or a storm
to realize this.
I just needed to see your dead collarbones,
your saddening eyes, and how you threw
away your food in the trash can after
your parents shook their heads at you,
screaming ugly, fat, yet you aren't.
You're beautiful.
