Her thin body against his,
Never had she found a man that had found her beautiful.
She forces a smile, but marvels at how sincere his own smile is.
The words slip from his mouth as he rests his scarred lips against her hand.
“I love you.”
She smiles with the love she hid from him.
She was not beautiful, she was not worthy of love.
His hands run down her back, flowing flawlessly over her starved frame.
He kisses her, feeding her frame with his light touch.
A frown reached her face as his hands slid across her body,
He grew confused.
She was not beautiful, she reminded herself,
Why was he here with her?
Why does he torture her with his presents.
She told him to leave,
With a torn heart , he leaves her there.
She had a Runway show that night,
She needed to get ready,
Clothing herself with large clothes,
Though for her, it was a size four that covered her heavily.
She rolls her eyes at the reflection in the mirror and is on her way.
She forgets about everything that had happened with him before and goes to the show.
His last words running through her head.
“I love you.”
Author notes
I wrote this for a contest, its different than anything I have ever written, hope you like.
Freedom
A contest entry
- Anorexic beauty by hollowriver.
750 points, ended July 17, 15 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
comment... or do not comment... there is no third choice...
Comments
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Heyy this was awesome. I was wondering if I can use it for an art piece I'm doing for school. I will give your name and everything. i would def. not want to steal something that isn't mine. Thanks for the consideration
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wow!
this was intense! i love the whole "story" element in this, and your emotions are so raw... it was so beautiful and your descriptions, metaphors painted stunning pictures in mind! Love is blind, and you've portrayed that clearly here! perfect, keep penning!
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Thanks for reading! I am so excited you liked it! Thank you so much, I will.
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This is wonderful.I wish I could write a poem like this but I know I even don't have the right to think of it cause only talented poets can write such words,only talented poets can describe even small things we don't notice..Only poets like you are poets.
After reading this I'm ashamed of my self because once I called myself a poet.I can't call myself a poet anymore after reading this wonderful write by a poet in my age..I will only try to write new poems but will never call myself a poet.
Keep writing..
Thank you.
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You have it all wrong! Everyones a poet, I have to try REALLY hard to get anything down the way I want it. The trick is... just let it go. Just let your heart and mind flow their ink upon your many pages of like. Think of everday as a new page, a thousand new words, yes? Words can set you free, you just have togive them the key.
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aww his is just sad but relevent. its so touching. i liked it alot. you have a gift of writing story's in poetry
like a mind being painted
thank you
even if you don't win
i want you to know this is exstreamly wonderful
i read it over twice
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Than you so much! When I saw this contest I automaticly had to enter it, so I spent a day and a half writing this.... I think I had about 7 other drafts, none perfect, and this on e is also not perfect, but better then the others.
Thanks you so much!
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