the seventeenth is truely before the twenty first

[thisendever]

i am the pile of pictures that you're to insecure to post,
i am the sparkle in your eyes that you mask with over done hair,
i am the apoligy that you forgot to give your old friends,
i am the bridge between past love never rebuilt rotten and rusted,
i am the cute statments you grin about and tell no one,
i am your extra ten pounds,
i am the gap in your teeth,
i am the love you never had because of wasted time,
i am the season you never participated in because of your selfish decline,

i am the opportunity standing on the tip of your tongue, waiting for you to release the floodgates to freedom and acceptance.

i am that crude habit that few knew about that your lady friends would jeer at if shared.
i am you screaming in tears in your most unflattering dress
i am you that you have never met.