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Ink Stained Heart [poetry] (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/268061863-ink-stained-heart-poetry?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=anastasiajdevin&wp_originator=b5NrweYoxCqRGe8QLnR%2FH%2Ftw7gl%2BBDBjAO4E6xaoeMQr2HorsgnhVKvh93sq%2BcPftB5MEn4ogZnrgWMfgfIyXjcsV7Ke4sUkbilndYe3VSiviqjhq3pLEoAGXstSXyF%2B 

 Ink Stained Heart is a collection of all my poems. I finally had the courage to show my writing to the world. I hope you like what you read.

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I see confusion in your eyes when you cannot see your reflection in the words I write. You contemplate. How can she love me if she finds no inspiration in the inner-workings of my being? You have to understand, my love, Just how deep an imprint you have made on my soul. You are a puzzle, I long to spend my life solving. I will attempt to connect every dot, Unraveling the solution to each riddle you reveal. You are a question, I have been pondering for three years, Vulnerable to our uncertainty. Drawn to our inevitability. I found a simple answer. I will trace the indent of your dimple, So I can sense the depth of your joy. I will weave my tongue around yours, Reminding you that love is not always expressed through words. I will feel your sorrow, Even though you claim the darkness truly left this time. I will entangle your hand in mine, When you feel so alone your bones ache. I will protect you, Sometimes from the ravenous monsters in your night terrors And sometimes from yourself. I am most comfortable Writing about losing the fundamental fascination that keeps two humans Coming back to one another. You are not my muse, Because I will always be intrigued with your essence And everything that is you. I will keep returning to you. I will love you. 

-LP

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'Not Enough'

You're not smart enough, Not skinny enough, No where near pretty enough.

We're told these things every day of our lives. From the moment we shed our childish skin,  And become aware of everything wrong in the world, These things are thrown in our faces. By the media, By the kids at school, By the friends we are so envious of, By the teachers that are meant to help us, By the people we fall for, By our parents who are meant to tell us we can soar into the sky.

Every day we sit here wondering 'Why am I not pretty like her?'  'Why can't I be muscly like him?' 'Why isn't my stomach flat?' 'Why doesn't my brain work like other people's?' 'Why can't you just like me for who I am?'

Then we try to fix ourselves, Dieting, Over exercising, Studying for hours on end, Trying to change our personality, Attempting to fix this horrible appearance we see in the mirror.

Until we become a fake outer shell we still can't love,  Because under all the layers we just want someone to love us for the person we are inside, We want for someone to take the hand of the small, vulnerable child inside us and tell us, 'You are enough.'   ©kerralee