I blossomed into a temple
all white marble
no cracks in the walls
no unfiltered air
we are told to see
the beauty
in self respect
but not taught
how
can you even
teach it
without experiencing
a lack thereof?
I crumbled beneath
all the pressure of being
pristine
and chiseled emotion
into the white walls
they were a sacred prison
that left me purging
in the shower
wishing I could feel
totally empty
Mentally.
Physically.
I showed a pretty boy
my secret garden
and I sipped
the devil's poison
from a golden cup
perfection left me
alone and aching
and cut me deep
on my upper right thigh
down my arms
across my stomach
Sigh.
But
skin is skin
and mine is ugly
all the pretty girls
tell me so
so when you try
to tell me you
"love" me
don't find it strange
when I simply say
"No."
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
I blossomed into a temple
all white marble
no cracks in the walls
no unfiltered air
we are told to see
the beauty
in self respect
but not taught
how
can you even
teach it
without experiencing
a lack thereof?
I crumbled beneath
all the pressure of being
pristine
and chiseled emotion
into the white walls
they were a sacred prison
that left me purging
in the shower
wishing I could feel
totally empty
Mentally.
Physically.
I showed a pretty boy
my secret garden
and I sipped
the devil's poison
from a golden cup
perfection left me
alone and aching
and cut me deep
on my upper right thigh
down my arms
across my stomach
Sigh.
But
skin is skin
and mine is ugly
all the pretty girls
tell me so
so when you try
to tell me you
"love" me
don't find it strange
when I simply say
"No."
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