tears roll down my cheeks as i type these words.
maybe, just maybe, he'll talk about me how he talks about her if i was prettier.
maybe, just maybe, i'll be as dainty as the girls he can woo with one wink of an eye.
maybe, just maybe, i'll be empty enough to be carried in small arms bigger than mine.
maybe, just maybe, if i starve myself
to death
he may care enough
to love me.
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
