I'm fashionably late to loving myself

veins laced with poison(I)

words

when they leave my mouth

i get scared ever so often

that they might be

wrapped in venom

for when the words

first play in my head

resemble a lonesome mother

never loved by her husband

projecting her disgust

onto the daughter that

resembles her mother so much

and reminds her of her father

making her stomach churn

and her shoulders heavy

with the weight of

the love not requited ...