I brush my teeth with
barbed wire
just to rid them of
the memory of you.
I wash my hair with acid
to rinse the
scent of your
cologne.
I dry myself off with
sandpaper,
praying the coarse sheet
will remove any lingering touches.
When I look into the
fogged bathroom mirror,
your ghost still
stands behind me.
Curling its wraith-like hands
around my waist,
pulling me back against
a rotted body.
They say you'll never forget
your first love.
Mine will forever
haunt me.
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I Was Once a Sunflower
PoetryThis poem collection will be about who I used to be, searching for myself, and living when I didnt want to. They are sad, this description serves as my trigger warning.
