Fragments

erotic poetry

I don’t like to show the whole;

So I show the fragments instead.

I control the angle,

The body part(s) on display,

The composition,

The filter… if I use one at all–

And I might,

If my insecurity is showing.

I have days,

Too many to count,

When I hate myself wholeheartedly…

Every hair…

Every blemish…

Every roll…

Every stretchmark…

Every fucking centimetre…

And I feel that it would be better

If I actually were only the fragments I choose to show,

Rather than the disappointing whole.

It’s just as well–

I can never quite capture the all of me anyway

She is elusive and blurry,

And doesn’t stand still

Long enough to be caught.

Self-love is a constant struggle of Sisyphus… pushing that motherfucking dung ball up a hill, then, after my hands and feet lose purchase, watching it roll the fuck back down… again….

Will I ever feel good enough for me?

Yes.

I will.

And it will continue to be a battle.

If it weren’t, there would be

No lessons

And no growth.

So I bear the shards of the pain and pleasure of self-actualization

In equal measure.

With grinding teeth

And gasping breaths

And tears that brand my cheeks

In bloody streaks,

I bear the fragments

And the whole of me.

❤👽xoxoxo👽❤

22 thoughts on “Fragments”

    1. Thank you ❤. You have a very nice healthy body. Hard to see what you would be insecure about, but everyone has their thing. I try to stay optimistic…. Self-hate is far too easy.

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    1. Thanks. It’s important that I don’t sound sorry for myself. I know it is my responsibility to pull myself up. Glad you liked the look inside my head lol

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      2. Ok good. I hate to come across that way. I always try to find the light when I am feeling crappy. Thank you again. And I must say that I still can’t stop thinking of your photo with the black lingerie with the bow, and those black heels. Very inspiring piece of art. You are very beautiful… 😉. ❤❤❤

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      3. Honestly, I don’t think expression of feelings has to mean that one feels sorry about themselves. You can tell who does and who doesn’t and you don’t seem to be someone who would.

        Aw haha, thank you! ❤ 😉Maybe you should take one too, I’d love to see it

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      4. Perhaps… but I lack rhe right shoes. Perhaps I should buy a pair… for photos and play time and date nights. Mmm!

        Thanks for the support. Xoxo

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  7. “In equal measure.

    With grinding teeth

    And gasping breaths

    And tears that brand my cheeks

    In bloody streaks,

    I bear the fragments

    And the whole of me.”

    I like the power in those lines 🙂

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