Brianna Kimball Poems

Beauty isn't the shape of your body
Beauty isn't your eyes
Beauty isn't the short dresses
Beauty isn't a push up bra
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I messed up
I made a mistake
How many apologies
Will it take
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Sorry Im here
Ill be going soon
But first I think you need
need to know why Im doing it
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Thanks for watching
watching my heart break
all I needed was a hug
not like it matters
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My wrists are like a canvas
white and rough
ready for the paint
to cut itself up
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Does he think of me?
When he holds her hand
When he brushes her hair back
When he holds her at night
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The demons in my head are quiet friendly now
They talk to me about tall the things I like to talk about
They tell me why he left and why he hurt
They tell me why he loves her and why she's better
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He is a cutter
He is a lover
He is my everything
My knight in armor
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Cutting is an outlet
a way to express myself
it isn't for attention
its to drag my demons out
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Alone I live
Alone I die
Jumping off
To touch the sky
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