1:19 am
i'm holding the beret i've had since the age of 3 just to feel the loss of home
i stood up and looked at the mirror just to see my reflection fall in love with someone else instead of me
i stopped loving my freckles , i stopped loving my natural brown hair that was soon growing at my dyed blonde hair
what happened ?
it felt like my reflection is failing to admit that it loves me back
sighing and back onto my velvet chair and for the first time, i felt alone under the love people give me
YOU ARE READING
dread of color
Poetrywas it worth it ? did i need to be dressed with pretty diamonds to feel this loved ? or was i kidding myself.
