every morning
i smear my lips
with blood
and my cheeks
with powder
and put on the face
in the mirror
that will take on
the world.
sometimes i take chains
with me
or leather
to hide my heart
cuz they say it’s
rough out there.
other days i hide
because i do not
want eyes
on my body
because it’s only
part of
me.
i spend too many minutes
examining my skin
counting my pores
and I feel like
hair and waist and eyes
with no soul.
i want the prettiest
part of my body
to be my heart
so why do i
never tuck it neatly
in the corners
and fix its little scars.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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I want to grow
I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
By Aathavi Thanges5 days ago in Psyche
Comments (1)
Okay that question hit me so hard! Gosh I don't know the answer to that! I gotta start doing that!