he looked up from the plate of food u prepared yesterday to look at me
he says he loves my cheek bones, and how i hate them
collar bones always made him want to love
my boney body i despise, he adores with full interest
just like a soft porn magazine.
it comes to no surprise he loves me
i'm blonde, i smile, i keep my mouth shut
a toxic man like him will love me
he speaks for me but always says the right things
now and again he will look up at me at the dinner table and admire me like expensive artwork.
a moment of validation
cracked foundation.
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man machine
Poetryhe's a man, and he always will be leader of the pride, leather of most motions.
