stood in front of me,
someone I thought I knew,
someone I thought I KNEW,
someone who looks just like me,
yet I knew nothing
about the person in the mirror.
Their stare cold,
like when a shower first turns on
in the winter.
Frigid.
Eyes puffy from the crying,
a body I find disgusting,
I couldn't help myself,
but look in the mirror,
with it's ugly eyes
staring back at me,
and think about
how
I will always look
like a
stranger
to me.
YOU ARE READING
collection of poems
Şiirthis is for my in the moment poetic thoughts. this isn't horny or anything but just something for me to write
