I wore makeup because maybe it was my face.
Then I changed my style because maybe it was my taste.
I thought If I changed maybe you would love me more.
Of course it wasn't true,
and I still manage to sob over you.
But I changed myself to be better for you.
I would look in the mirror and question what it is?
My ass? My waist? My face? My tits?
Until I start to realize it's not my body but me.
But without you I don't know how to truly be happy.
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Aiden
PoetryBreakups are hard especially your first big one. Mine shattered my heart and this is how I felt about him and I hope it might be relatable for someone else so they know they aren't alone feeling like this. This talks about the pain and distress my l...
