My eyes shoot into her like daggers
Her hair rests just upon her shoulders
too short for anybody to love her
Her eyes too small to see the world
But big enough to see the worst
A nose with a ridge so high
not even the best mountaineer could climb
Her scars remind her of the bombs once there
And blemishes on her face mark the ones not yet gone
Chin so big they think of her as a warrior
but they think of her as a warrior
Shoulders broad to carry a heavy load
of unjust love
Fat that is too much to squeeze
But not enough that anyone will hold on
Arms impeccably short
but no matter, everyone still keeps their distance
She's crumbled to the ground
Given into my wrath
I put away my weapons
Get up
And walk away from the mirror
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 2:28 AM UTC
My eyes shoot into her like daggers
Her hair rests just upon her shoulders
too short for anybody to love her
Her eyes too small to see the world
But big enough to see the worst
A nose with a ridge so high
not even the best mountaineer could climb
Her scars remind her of the bombs once there
And blemishes on her face mark the ones not yet gone
Chin so big they think of her as a warrior
but they think of her as a warrior
Shoulders broad to carry a heavy load
of unjust love
Fat that is too much to squeeze
But not enough that anyone will hold on
Arms impeccably short
but no matter, everyone still keeps their distance
She's crumbled to the ground
Given into my wrath
I put away my weapons
Get up
And walk away from the mirror
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