A reflection of a masterpiece...
Is what they all say
It's the beauty within
Not the skin
And the heart you foster
That you put in everyone's hands
To admire perhaps
Or to discard
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A mirror is deceiving
"Learning to love your imperfections"
Is what it's trying to convey
Supposedly touching the mirror and hoping my flaws would all disappear into thin air
Or glimmer my entire being into sparkling dust
But...
"My imperfections are what make me... Me"
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A body
My body?
Your body?
A masterpiece or
Something drool-worthy
Or it's yours?
It's mine?
Is it that
My body
Is for temporary happiness...?
Or another
Tool
To be used
Then thrown
Into the pit of fire
To burn
All my flaws
My mistakes
My mishaps
Is it where I belong?
...
After all,
The mirror isn't deceiving me
The mirror speaks only the truth
My hand rubs against my reflection
A smile plays along my face
And a punch to yours truly
Not that I would mind the blood, it's there to wake me up...
To think that
I only liked the reflection before me
For my body could be used
As an offering.
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Self love?
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Where are you?
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry-Poetry -Quotes -Scenarios -Imaginaries -A piece of my heart ( and limb ) -A key to my inner most disturbing thoughts -The passage to my sanctuary Still want to enter? Good luck, I'm currently undergoing a mission to finally understand the wilde...
