she looked at herself
in the mirror
and she couldn't bear
what it reflected
into her breaking eyes
she couldn't hold on
to her morality
long enough
to make it
through a day
she wished
she could take the rope
that she put
in her room
and hid
to protect
her brother
and throw it at him
yelling,
"have at it!
i don't love you
i don't feel
anything anymore
i'm not sorry
for you anymore
go ahead
do whatever
you want."
and watch him
whip it at others
himself
her
it didn't matter
anymore
because she
was already
gone.
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flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
