i open my eyes
and face the sights
i tried my best to dream away
last night.
the moon leaves the sky
and leaves me wanting,
while the mirrors
tired face
shows me all that is haunting.
it shows me a girl
who is so insecure
that she won't ever realize
that she deserves more.
in the dark, she goes on
without the heart of another because
she thinks she is not
enough for the mouth of a lover.
she'll spend all-day
with her arms over her stomach,
and when someone notices,
her blood begins to plummet.
her heart will try to quit and
and her head will start to hurt
and she'll try not to cry as she
hears.
those.
words.
the poor girl is what
they'll say.
poor, stupid girl,
and she'll always feel that way.
so she'll go home
and hide under her sheets,
and try her best to
swallow that hurt with those
poor, stupid dreams.
and she'll wake up the next day
with a heaving, bleeding soul,
and she'll search her reflection
but she'll no better know.
the mirror shows me a cycle
of utter exhaustion.
an actual girl,
i see only so often.
-V
(first rhyming poem i've done in a looooong time so the rhythm is really off lol~ any suggestions on how to make this one better?)