Just some poems. Some are mean, some lovely, some tragic-but all are true.
These are parts of me I'm willing to share. Writing them has helped me, and I hope they help you.
Thank you,
scarytomato
A girl sits on a broken chair Frozen in time Eating a bright red candied apple Her teeth munching and crunching The candy delicious and succulent She kept devouring Her hands were sticky and messy But she paid no mind She cared only about her apple Refusing anyone a bite Selfish little thing they said As they reached for her treat As if they were owed Sharing is caring they reasoned But she knew She could finish this apple with out ever tasting it Simply because it was hers And she would do as she pleased With her Red Candied Apple
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Our bodies are our own We can keep it to ourselves or share it with whomever No matter if we are delicious or good or sweet. We do not owe anything to anyone ever. Do what you will with yourself. Just make sure you are the one making that choice.
—scarytomato
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