she threads her fingers through my hair and gets snared in the tangles, from which she tugs free
because my hair is never neat and always unkempt and incapable of being tamed
her glare fills in the scars and lines formed in adolescence
all unwelcome memories of a harder time
in the mirror, she's unhappy with what she sees
she wills me to change
because she wants mom to have a beautiful daughter
and she's sick of the way people look at her
(not at all)
because people give her their hearts to guard
and she's always dutiful
(every single time)
because she's in the business of heart breaking...
her own
(mine)
YOU ARE READING
clouds.
Poetryfrom the chart topping author of "excerpts" comes another poetry collection, in which the precise anatomy of a broken heart is explored through prose. my poetry books: excerpts [#1 in poetry] all smiles [ discontinued ]
