loving him, loving him
what is worse than loving him
and i made myself look like the women you looked at
spoke the words you said you liked to hear
good enough? darling i was the best of women
for you, for you, all for you
i was the best damn thing for you
and now i rest by your lost-and-found pile
among lovestruck mannequins with human flesh
we all look the same. we all speak the same.
your department store cloth hangers with breaths
YOU ARE READING
HYSTERIA
Poesíaand i will ruin you for loving me. and you will love me for ruining you. an attempt to reclaim the madness that defines femininity
