she wrote "lonely"
on her body
because that's
what she was
and "ugly"
on her mirror
because that's
what she saw
but she never once
felt my lips writing
"perfect"
on every single
inch of her
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
