woman in the mirror
I gently touched my skin,
I gently touched my face,
Closing my eyes as I took in such touch,
I craved such things.
I craved to have my face cupped.
To have my heart taken care of.
To be loved properly.
To be listened to.
To be heard.
To have my hand held in the darkness.
To be reassured.
To know that I have someone by my side.
I open my eyes and stare at the woman in the mirror.
What happened to her.
What happened to me–
Why does this happen to me...
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Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
