She lights a cigarette, hands shaking
Like the way air trembles after long organ notes.
She is painting herself
Like how girls are supposed to be:
Smiles and dead eyes,
constantly dieting,
Always so sad about something she will never figure out.
This, she is told, is so pretty.
So fascinating.
She wakes up every morning
And wonders which bridges she's going to burn this time.
It's not cute,
it's killing her.
She's caught up
In a boys fingers
As if he were a fishing net.
The worst part of being in love,
Is knowing it's something you're going to regret.
She blows smoke rings and wishes
they were nooses
She has done everything they told her,
And still doesn't feel beautiful.
-"An autobiography"
-Mel🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PoetryThis is my second poem book. The first one started off with really bad poems but got gradually better, but by then people hated my poems and deleted the book from their library, lol. The first book is called shades of the mind.
