i look at my big brown eyes
in the mirror and the way my lips jut
out with their fullness, demanding attention
and I consider it just for a second
I consider going back to letting
guys treat me like shit just
because I'm lonely and feel like
I'm collecting dust on this shelf
while my two friends relish in
each other's company.
: them
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w i t h e r e d • my poems
Poetrylike a flower devoid of water I withered until I was nothing I just didn't notice that the thieves were those I thought I should be trusting. saltwater travels up my stem drawing the life out of me as my petals fall off and all my dreams are snatche...
