she follows me around
wherever i go
pointing out my flaws
trashing on my clothes.i can't hide anything from her
any wish or shame or secret
she'll find it, twist it, torture me with it.she knows how to cut me
where I am weakest
and does so,
liberally.she's always in the way
of the things i try to do
it's hard to live a life
with her always in the room.maybe one day i'll grow strong
i'll fight her off
make her feel small.but for now, for now
she's with me
as i am hers,
she is mine.
we're stuck together
we come together
we are together.maybe not for always,
but at least for now.
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Milk and Cookies
PoetryThis will (hopefully) become a collection of poems about whatever I'm thinking, feeling, etc. at the moment. Please give me lots of feedback and enjoy!