I can’t remember if I built walls to
Keep from touching or
Keep from being touched.
Either way I don’t feel much now.
And so I use the mirror to remind myself,
(A morning ritual)
I am more than just the parts he held, once.
My eyes were always blue to get lost in.
I am more than just a girl,
Who was
Maybe
Loved once.
But I still feel shallower for the days spent being
Someone’s idea of me and not
Myself.
There are still songs I won't listen to.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
I can’t remember if I built walls to
Keep from touching or
Keep from being touched.
Either way I don’t feel much now.
And so I use the mirror to remind myself,
(A morning ritual)
I am more than just the parts he held, once.
My eyes were always blue to get lost in.
I am more than just a girl,
Who was
Maybe
Loved once.
But I still feel shallower for the days spent being
Someone’s idea of me and not
Myself.
There are still songs I won't listen to.
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