the confetti-woven eyeliner drips down my cheek
it didn’t even make it to the morning
i move his hand off my exposed midriff
wearing crop tops flatter me
seeing the looks i get do not
i stumble out of bed
the cosmos from last night are still making me see stars
the mirror in the bathroom calls me
and i answer
but the person on the other side
isn’t someone i recognize
his face is painted with colors
but my eyes drift to his waist
a body that looks as good as his
will never again be adorned like this
what a waste
his eyes wait for me as i raise my head
my thoughts have never been a mystery to him
he’s been there for years now
and he has no intention of leaving
“it doesn’t have to be this way”
he mumbles as i drain the rainbow out of him
but he knows it does
it couldn’t be possibly anything else
because if he steps out of that mirror
i’ll no longer be a man
i’ll no longer be seen as a person
i’ll be just another label
About the Creator
Nimish Gounder
Guaranteed to make you feel something
Comments (1)
I adore your vocabulary. :)