You remind me of the ocean,

a blur of blues mixing together

to harmonize what beauty is.

But then I look at your collarbones,

your dead collarbones.

And then that ocean turns black

as people dump trash as if they

are feeding the fishes.

But then my mind has this...tendency

to drown the ships that come with the

trash cans, to take the lives of

those who dare to dump trash on you,

and I didn't need a hurricane, or a storm

to realize this.

I just needed to see your dead collarbones,

your saddening eyes, and how you threw

away your food in the trash can after

your parents shook their heads at you,

screaming ugly, fat, yet you aren't.

You're beautiful.