i hate mirrors for showing my scars.
even the marks on my skin.
i hate mirrors for being real,
but i look for it when i need to see
that my eyes cannot reach.
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ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
scars
i hate mirrors for showing my scars.
even the marks on my skin.
i hate mirrors for being real,
but i look for it when i need to see
that my eyes cannot reach.