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I always wanted to be the kind of woman who wears scarves
like she means it
I am dressed for the funeral of my self-respect
black from head to toe except
the scarf to hide the bruises of your love
on my neck.
I go to the supermarket I hate, never looking around
so seeing no-one look at me; eyes down
where they were before I met you and should
have stayed.
Concealer is not enough when you need an invisibility cloak
but I paint it on anyway and dream and hope
one day I can hide my whole self from myself
as well as everyone.
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Wow, trying to hide from oneself is very difficult to say the least. Love how you convey your message in the poem using a scarf and concealer
"Concealer is not enough when you need an invisibility cloak" "Bruises of your love" These lines were so heartbreaking. I hope you're okay. Sending you lots of love and hugs 🥺❤️