ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
I am content with the flowering expansion of my hips, and the upwards tip of my nose.
My faltering hopes for myself are not related to these things. They do not reside
in the mistakes that my skin holds, like my eyes that are too small, and my torso
that is too short. They are the shortness of breath when around you or the quaking
of my incoherent words that move nothing but dusty emotions.
They are the smallness I feel in the wake of the crashing tide of you.
The bleak nonsense I spew just to take an inch of your skin at a time.
I wake in the heat of you and find myself collected and folded just in
case I take up too much space. It is a problem to be so removed from yourself
that you are okay with cramping your body into the shape of convenience.
What does it take to let yourself flow into the bends that belong to you?
I am not asked to insult myself. I am not made to break and crumble. I have
been given keen lips that whisper real things. I have a structure that is
made to be bare and open but it is not meant to be refined by others or my
fear of others.
It is mine. I am mine. Why is it so important to be held and fixed?
My faltering hopes for myself are not related to these things. They do not reside
in the mistakes that my skin holds, like my eyes that are too small, and my torso
that is too short. They are the shortness of breath when around you or the quaking
of my incoherent words that move nothing but dusty emotions.
They are the smallness I feel in the wake of the crashing tide of you.
The bleak nonsense I spew just to take an inch of your skin at a time.
I wake in the heat of you and find myself collected and folded just in
case I take up too much space. It is a problem to be so removed from yourself
that you are okay with cramping your body into the shape of convenience.
What does it take to let yourself flow into the bends that belong to you?
I am not asked to insult myself. I am not made to break and crumble. I have
been given keen lips that whisper real things. I have a structure that is
made to be bare and open but it is not meant to be refined by others or my
fear of others.
It is mine. I am mine. Why is it so important to be held and fixed?
Suggested Collections
.
rough.
(Not about a specific person just about my reaction to people I admire in general.
rough.
(Not about a specific person just about my reaction to people I admire in general.
© 2012 - 2024 Blessfullyshocked
Comments12
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
"They are the smallness I feel in the wake of the crashing tide of you.
The bleak nonsense I spew just to take an inch of your skin at a time.
I wake in the heat of you and find myself collected and folded just in
case I take up too much space. It is a problem to be so removed from yourself
that you are okay with cramping your body into the shape of convenience."
i've done this so often and you are right. it is a problem.
but all of us are inclined with perfect imperfections.
i also admire the fluidity of your writing
The bleak nonsense I spew just to take an inch of your skin at a time.
I wake in the heat of you and find myself collected and folded just in
case I take up too much space. It is a problem to be so removed from yourself
that you are okay with cramping your body into the shape of convenience."
i've done this so often and you are right. it is a problem.
but all of us are inclined with perfect imperfections.
i also admire the fluidity of your writing