Oct 2018
I am seen when he wants to see me.
When he is angry or ambivalent,
I am iridescent.
The more I try to shine for him
the easier it is for him to see right through me.
He has stolen my colors.
When he is angry or ambivalent,
I am iridescent.
The more I try to shine for him
the easier it is for him to see right through me.
He has stolen my colors.
Poetry from just before my divorce.
Written by
Cambria Andersen
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