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i wanted a man to be obsessed with me.
i wanted a man to take everything wrong
with me and make it into something worth
romanticizing, praising, pinning after;
something to make a man fall to his knees for.
something to make myself feel i am alive.
this body of mine made me feel hideous.
this body of mine only reminded me
that i was someone a man would turn his nose
up to and shake his head with indignation;
someone who is disgust, evil incarnate.
someone who is not deserving of man's love.
i need a man to love me from inside out.
i need a man not to canalize my frame
but rather hear the phrases that spill from my
lips and make every syllable, every rhyme,
into some reason to fall in love with me;
some reason to pepper my skin with kisses.
some reason to transform my wrongs into rights.
- skrmzz
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occhiolism - a poetry collection
PoetryOcchiolism [aw-kee-oh-lih-zm]: The awareness of the smallness of one's perspective, by which a person couldn't possibly draw any complete conclusions about the world or the complexities of humanity; because although one's life is an epic and unrepe...
