She lights a cigarette, hands shaking
Like the way the air trembles after long organ notes.
She is painting herself
Like how girls are supposed to be:
Smiles and dead eyes, constantly
Dieting, always so sad about
Something she will never figure out.
This, she is told, is so pretty. So fascinating, she wakes every morning
And wonders, which bridges she is going to burn this time.
It's not cute;
It's killing her.
She's caught up
In a boy's finger as if he was a fishing net.
The worst part of being in love is knowing it's something, you are going to regret.
She blows smoke rings and wishing it was nooses.
She has done everything they told her but still doesn't feel beautiful;
YOU ARE READING
DEEP END
Poetry"I will listen to your silent cry, So you don't get lost in a corner of your heart" -Silent cry (Stray kids) started: 22 July 23
