I always try to be approachable.
I practice in the mirror, smile
At myself. But I can easily see
Through my smoker's grin,
Anxiety yellow from Freudian oral fixation
And yellow isn't inviting.My tongue traces the ridges between my teeth,
Tasting self accolades, stuck like broccoli.
I ferret them out ferociously,
Disgusted at my oversight.
Praise flits into the trash
Settling comfortably at the bottom
Among used tissues and forgotten receipts.
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Coffee And Divination
PoetryPoems about depression, love, life, anxiety, body dysmorphia, suicide, self harm, and occasionally politics. I hope you enjoy the things that make me, Coffee and Divination. Updated as I write new poetry I deem decent enough for the public eye.