I tend to think long showers are going to help me
Get rid of all the self-loathing that has become my second skin.
Maybe if I let the hot water stream long enough,
That entire layer will go down the drain
And stop clinging to me, like mist on a mirror.
Every time I catch you looking at me
In that square-shaped piece of glass we bought together
For what was supposed to be a loving home
I wonder when you'll understand
That no matter the amount of makeup you want me to wear
I'll never go back to being the woman you think
You promised lifetime devotion to.
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Bleeding and Nothingness
PoetryA collection of poems written by someone who's trying to understand love. I hope you enjoy my content as much as I enjoy writing and sharing it! Votes and comments are greatly appreciated :)
