poetry <3

Soiled

Looking in the mirror I see
Ashes
Me, myself I'm disintegrating
Slowly fading away

I can't come to terms
With how gentle
And fair I seem
On the outside

You see my face is
A picture book
Flipping through pages of unknown
Artwork..

Self love can't be defined
Does not have to be a necessity
Does not make it a trait
A issue I've been dealing with

Trying to come to terms
I am as beautiful
As a nymphaea lotus
Pure as gold

Skin is brown
Moist as so
Why am I not good enough
Why ask that when

I can ask
Why you aren't for me
You're too much
Crumbling in self doubt

Deteriorating into nothing
Meaningless words you use
Over and over again
But I fell

I fell for the way the dimple
On your left cheek rises
Or the way, your giggle reflects
To my already fluttering heart

Guilt rises in my throat
As you throw acid on my body
I took the treatment
You gave as love-

But I don't even know
What that feels or
looks like
I'm just lost

In the depths of imagination
And the atmosphere of purple

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