Smelly armpits, thick thighs
But still
I imagine my lover boy going there
and leaving love bites.
But how and why
Do I even deserve that ?
Cause in the mirror
when I see myselfThere's this girl
With thigh fat on unshaven legs
A lot of fat on my lower body
Stretch marks on waist
A valley of breasts not so pale.
Hollow sunken eyes
and unkempt hair
Stripped of everythingWhen she stands bare
Scars glimmer under the lights
Speaking of the transformations she made
Things she enduredYet looking at them with hate
Not a bit of care
It hurts and hurts and hurts
But still she can't show herself
some grace, a little bit of loveFor isn't that body of a whore ?
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PoetryDive into a raw, free-verse journey into the unfiltered corners of the human mind and heart. Through scattered thoughts, half-finished dreams, and the echoes of late-night reflections, this collection explores the beauty found in imperfection. Each...