We love (our idea of) you ♦ Click/press the space bar to read ────୨ৎ──── n o t e ────୨ৎ──── This is a poem about shaping yourself to what other people want from you, trying to make them happy, trying to make them love you, and never feeling like you are enough for them. But you shouldn’t have to change every part of you, become someone you truly aren’t, and who can only live in their imagination. Love the things and the people you love, and never let anyone take that away from you. ────୨ৎ──── c r e d i t s ────୨ৎ──── ❤︎ Design, writing: @BewitchedMisty (me <3) ❤︎ Time: 1 hour ❤︎ Words: 107
She was a white canvas, Fingers that weren’t hers Holding brushes and sliding, Their dreams in golden strokes That turned ocre Her pretty little mask — So impossibly white, Not black of anger with red stars, Not the burning fire of belly laughs and doors slammed shut All around her Words of how she should be The sweetness of a shining stone On the handle of a knife, Sculpting her until she was cut by their fantasies She dove into the feeling — Words of how they loved her (their idea of) Like bejeweled necklaces dangling from her neck, Shining under their light, Weighing her down when she drowned.
