You Told It What to Say

Tears, as razors, slice my face.

Her words, through the years, crush me again and again.

For a few moments,

I long to escape the insecurities,

she stabbed into my heart’s all-too-good-memory.

I hate the mirror sometimes,

because you told it what to say.

All these years later,

it repeats your insults.

I’m still dumb enough to believe them.