i swallowed the
bathroom mirror whole
threw an entire bag
of lemon drops
into the highway and
danced on someone else's grave
in a failed attempt at
self-acceptance.
it's hard
to shatter the
saccharine sweet
taste of personal hate
sticking to my hands
like half melted wax.
i've almost
given myself permission
to fail
but not yet.
hasn't it been
stovetop memories
a couple haircuts
and one hell of a year?
scratch the back of my
neck
in a halfhearted attempt
to forget
and i'll take up burning
aluminum pillows
like i took up
loving myself.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
i swallowed the
bathroom mirror whole
threw an entire bag
of lemon drops
into the highway and
danced on someone else's grave
in a failed attempt at
self-acceptance.
it's hard
to shatter the
saccharine sweet
taste of personal hate
sticking to my hands
like half melted wax.
i've almost
given myself permission
to fail
but not yet.
hasn't it been
stovetop memories
a couple haircuts
and one hell of a year?
scratch the back of my
neck
in a halfhearted attempt
to forget
and i'll take up burning
aluminum pillows
like i took up
loving myself.
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