i have been eroded.
slowly chipped away by the flood of others love.
years of words and tears stored in the layers of my skin.
my erosion has exposed a side of me,
of sedimentary rock composited of dry heaving and silent cries.
my erosion isnt pretty, but people will admire it and study it
thinking it will reveal beauty.
when in reality, it never will.
i used to love science so, heres the only thing i remember from middle school science class. the rock cycle :)