Death threats being treated like love notes...
The need to become someone I'm not
To become acceptable? To become your magazine model?
Waking up everyday choosing that dark red lipstick you love on me.
Meeting up with you to see that I look perfect in your oversized clothes.
Letting you dictate whether I can love on you or not.
Letting me be your one and only thought
Making me bang my head to figure out whether I actually am
I still subject myself to you because there's a sparkle in your eye when you speak to me
Filling me with illusions and painting pretty pictures
Creating two versions of me while you figure
Out who you are too
YOU ARE READING
The Struggle For Air
PoetryPoems written based off of any random thoughts one may have or any situation that is difficult to explain. Enjoy!
