My shape isn't the type that people rave over
or the type of body people would find attractive,
I know somebody would have to overlook how my body is
to talk to me, or to even date me
yet, when I find a man
all he wants is my body,
until he wakes up in the morning
& in an undrunken state
takes a good look at me
& suddenly I never heard from him again;
I thought you were different and you praised my body
like it was a temple of your religion,
but how could someone love a shape like mine?
So I knew it was true you only loved my kind words
and my acts of love,
while you were still raving about her shape
not sure how to complement mine
because every time you see it,
it was the same sarcastic words
& secret insults
that fueled our short-lived love,
& when I found out who I was in your mind,
I turned into something your heart couldn't desire anymore
because you loved my childlike mind, so easy to manipulate.
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The Muse Of Nature & Incomprehensible Torture (poetry & prose)
PoetryThis collection of poetry and prose is all about my life, from the very beginning to very recently. It's a tale of my childhood, relationships of all kinds, all sorts of breakups, trauma, the ups and downs of being a teenage human, and the waves of...
