reversible poem

i hate myself/ and thats why/ im not living inside of my body/ im living inside my brain/ my heart is cold and hard because/ you never touch me with kindness/ you always hold my fragile body with hostility/ my weak body drapes pathetically over your arm/ i melt/ you always charm me and thats why/ i’m crying/ you lied to me/ im stuck wondering who killed me only to find that/ im looking in a mirror/ covered in blood/

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