I styled my Hair
I painted my nails
and I checked my wieght on the scale
In digital letters
there it said 110.
I lost twenty pounds
But that wasn't enough
When I looked in the mirror
I didn't like what I see
Because I wasn't pretty enough
To make him want me
But then I let out a gasp
And I saw him
Him?
My ex?
When I looked in the mirror
it wasn't my reflection I saw
But it was the one I hated at most
My ex.
Was he really there?
Or was my eyes playing tricks on me?
My heart screamed
and my eyes were blinded my fury and tears
I plicked up my flat iron and threw it at the mirror
I saw glass shatter everywhere
and my face was masked with terror
What just happened?
What did I do?
And I couldn't take it anymore
so then I was out the door
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Letting Go...
PoetryI hate you. I despise you. But apart of me just can't let you go...