there's a girl who sleeps in my bed
I don't mind her too much
though I wish her nightmares
didn't make such a mess
of the sheets.
she uses my shampoo
I'm okay with sharing
I just wish she would
save me a little
conditioner.
most of the makeup in my room is hers
some of it's mine though
I prefer blushes, eyeshadows
while she collects
concealors.
and sometimes, on the right day
I see her when I look in the mirror
not very often though
I don’t really look a lot
like her.
when I look in the mirror
I see flushed cheeks, wet hair
nails need a trim
hips, a little excess
but okay.
I don’t always see cuts
bruises, starvation, memories
of self-induced punishment
three failed attempts at
"making it stop".
I don’t always see
the ghost of years ago
when I look in the mirror
but sometimes
I do.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
there's a girl who sleeps in my bed
I don't mind her too much
though I wish her nightmares
didn't make such a mess
of the sheets.
she uses my shampoo
I'm okay with sharing
I just wish she would
save me a little
conditioner.
most of the makeup in my room is hers
some of it's mine though
I prefer blushes, eyeshadows
while she collects
concealors.
and sometimes, on the right day
I see her when I look in the mirror
not very often though
I don’t really look a lot
like her.
when I look in the mirror
I see flushed cheeks, wet hair
nails need a trim
hips, a little excess
but okay.
I don’t always see cuts
bruises, starvation, memories
of self-induced punishment
three failed attempts at
"making it stop".
I don’t always see
the ghost of years ago
when I look in the mirror
but sometimes
I do.
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