Poetry is My Guilty Pleasure

As very few of you know, I decided to try art therapy for a while. But the thing I've come to realize is that visual art isn't what helps me. Poetry is. I love it. And it's so great for expressing things. So here is my latest one. Please don't judge. 

Tears flowing

Numbers flashing

World spinning

Ankles collapsing 

Everything is black

Machines beeping

Doctors running

Someone help the girl who can't eat

The girl who won't eat

She must want to be pretty

Her family must be loaded

Maybe she's just stressed 

Or maybe she just hates herself

Hates herself so much that nothing else matters

I'm not a girl who starved to be pretty

I starved because I knew I could never be

Never be what society expects

Never be the perfect girl my parents wished for

So now I'll be nothing at all

And nobody will have to worry

Doctors running 

World slowing

Eyes closing

I'm going to sleep

And when I wake up the numbers will still be flashing 

Don't be afraid to try different ways of expression

Stay Strong

xo Aria

Dom

Tonight I went on a date with a fantastic guy. His name is Dom. Feel free to assume whatever you want regarding his actual name. Point is, I'm really happy about how it went. I've always said that the best part of a relationship is when you can sit in silence and still feel comfortable. And that happened tonight. We sat in his car and listened to music and held hands. The matching callouses were a nice touch. But it didn't feel awkward or like we needed to fill the space with words. We could just be there. And that was amazing. I'd be lying if I said he wasn't a good kisser too. And really sweet. I'm really glad he said he'd be up for a second date. And can't wait to see what happens.


I guess the point of this post is that sometimes what seems impossible...isn't. Don't let some bad relationships in the past ruin the ones to come.


Stay Strong
xo Aria