I'm in the shower and I start thinking to myself, 'If only I could wash the problems from my life the way I wash dirt from my skin'. Could I possibly efface the trauma in my soul, deep within? I don't know where to begin. Maybe I should start by loving myself. Stop trying to please the guy or girl who can't love me, the family who for some reason thinks they're above me and learn to recognize my value; I am a queen the likes of which no one has ever seen, a diamond in the rough ready to polished so that I gleam.
©️I.M … me
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I don't feel the spark of joy I once felt with you. I used to love, family gatherings at Auntie Norma's and playing old school Nintendo, in Auntie Beryl's basement with Stevie, or DOOM and Lemmings, on the computer in the attic with Garnet. I enjoyed flying to Chilliwack with Uncle Billy in his sestina plane to get the perfect slice of blueberry pie. I loved kissing Claudia for hours on end with her mother just upstairs in the kitchen when we should have been studying for Spanish class. I loved it when Kyle told me he first loved me and put his grandparents' rosary in my hand before he hugged me.
By ©I.M. "That Girl," Inure Muse4 years ago in Poets
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