Taken

I was always told,

If you don’t ask you won’t get,

So tell me why,

When he did not ask,

He still got,

No,

He took,

From my mind,

My body,

My soul,

Until there was nothing left for me,

No bruises to heal,

Nor tears to console,

No love left to give,

For if he had asked,

I would have said no,

Turned my back on him,

And let him go.

 

Perfection

You have five new likes,

ten comments and four DMs,

twelve new people have requested to follow you,

have looked at your bio and decided they must get to know you,

because you speak two languages and have dark tanned skin,

your body looks peng in that picture,

you look so damn slim,

hey babe what’s your snapchat xx,

watch how they slide into your DMs,

throw compliments at you based on one picture that took 45 attempts,

because the lighting makes you glow,

and that angle is the best,

and by best I mean unrealistic,

I mean your attempt at being perfect,

because all these other girls always look so perfect,

smile so perfect,

are so perfect,

because they get 10,000 likes so,

that must be what we idealise,

I have to be that perfect,

why am I not perfect