Your reflection remains still;
the shape of your damp silhouette
mirrors his bitter-sweet satisfaction.
Why must you continue to stay
hidden just beneath his shadow?
Why do you choose to keep
your most haunting secret
when it may very well save your life?
Why a broomstick and not a Scarlet Letter?
Surely, red is far more
fitting than black.
Your cursed appearance casts
a gloomed shadow;
a clear view of darkness reaps
its long lost soul on you;
taunting your acute physique.
How dare you curse you heart
into hiding behind his wicked smile?
Be calm.
But never keep quiet.
Shadows are afraid of light.
I don't understand why you
simply choose to mask yourself
deep within your scar,
"I am no longer a virgin."
Your faint reflection hides
where the beginning and end lie.
Being alone means hiding with
no one left to seek.
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Awkward, Unrequited, Superficial, Toxic, Real Love.
PoetryLove is messy and beautiful. I have been writing poems since I was a teenager. It was my escape. It was and still is a refuge. My 20's are behind me. This book is a small collection of love-related poems that encompass pretty much most of my feeling...
