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I wish I had never tried ************ I wish it was some fresh mystery Calling my name, Like Satan seducing a lover, a victim. I wish I could watch a needle point kiss, Search under my dress and sink into myself, Folding over pelvis, Tell myself I'm **** But my voice shakes, My lip sweats- I never learned how to lie to myself. Everyone lies When they say self love is A fulfilling replacement to foreign flesh, My palms are no exception. They twitch, My limbs are gangling, Alien-like, Nothing compared to the comfort of your fingernails And tarnished knuckles. I try to find the time, I'm too busy. I'm too tired. I convince myself I'm perfect for dwindling moments, But my elbows do not bend to care for myself Like yours did. I take baths by candlelight With Marvin Gaye and The Temptations But my fingers wrinkle with water and I weep for my ugliness. Im hungry, But I eat before and I feel sick, I starve myself instead and ***** from the sensation of skin on skin- My skin. My skin isn't as feather-like as yours was, And self love will never float as softly Above me as yours did.
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC
Self Love
I wish I had never tried ************ I wish it was some fresh mystery Calling my name, Like Satan seducing a lover, a victim. I wish I could watch a needle point kiss, Search under my dress and sink into myself, Folding over pelvis, Tell myself I'm **** But my voice shakes, My lip sweats- I never learned how to lie to myself. Everyone lies When they say self love is A fulfilling replacement to foreign flesh, My palms are no exception. They twitch, My limbs are gangling, Alien-like, Nothing compared to the comfort of your fingernails And tarnished knuckles. I try to find the time, I'm too busy. I'm too tired. I convince myself I'm perfect for dwindling moments, But my elbows do not bend to care for myself Like yours did. I take baths by candlelight With Marvin Gaye and The Temptations But my fingers wrinkle with water and I weep for my ugliness. Im hungry, But I eat before and I feel sick, I starve myself instead and ***** from the sensation of skin on skin- My skin. My skin isn't as feather-like as yours was, And self love will never float as softly Above me as yours did.
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elizabeth-o
American
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC
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