I have a funny way of showing it,
My lips turn down when they should be up;
Rather than nourish, I starve
Because thinner limbs with bulging lips are the fad.
I never let my tears touch the ground but muffle them,
Stifling my body's right to raze.
It's never me I reach for, it's always someone else or something new,
Something that shines but dims in my grasp.
Tell me I'm wrong, that all that neglect was because I was coming home to me;
The only time I looked at me was when I caught me unawares from the depths of parked car windows.
Who will blame me for thinking I didn't love me enough.
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Lovers At Bay
PoetryPoems to breathe life back into the deserted chambers of your heart 💜 It is an act of defiance to still think, after all those heartbreaks that love is a beautiful thing. BE DEFIANT Book Cover designed by @WriterBells.
