also posted on tumblr @/ beesaintlaurent
when i look in the mirror,
there's the strangest memory;
of the girl i used to be.
as my waist starts to shrink,
and my breasts seem to only get bigger.
i feel my youth start to slip away.
it's the hypocrisy of
getting what you want.
to be someone desired,
only to desire to be someone else.
as i wear tighter clothes,
and lipgloss to compensate.
all i want to be is the girl with dolls
and a heart of gold.
YOU ARE READING
KEEPING TABS | poetry, etc.
Poesía❝ you left without saying goodbye.❞ ━━━ and what's left is tortured poetry ☆ ❝ don't cry, don't cry, don't cry .❞
