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When I was born I was the onlygirl in the room (save for mymother and her midwife).This would be the last timeI was counted as the mostbeautiful diamond to evershine.
When I was 5 a boy tuggedat my hair and said myface was too square andmy legs too bony to everbe kissed by a dozenprinces.
When I was 6, I watchedhim fall flat on his faceand he apologised eachyear until I was 22 forever being so cruel butI know his words weredrunken and true.
When I was 14 I kisseda boy who made me feellike I’d just been removedfrom the womb.Then he pulled out a knife
Ah, he cut me
Stole one thing I cannot replace,then he was on his way.A scribbled note left in his departure,telling me I needed a nose job stat.
When I was 17 I kissed a girl, whotold me I was delightful
but she still left
And I have succumbed to the notion that I am undesirable-
so I wrote a poem about it.
pitiful droplets fall from thewindow of the second story,and she turns to me, then,and screams
i am terribly lonely
but my bones are too brittle-my voice too dry, so she mustfind flavour in a pretty nameslips.
my name harbours no glamouranymore, and she finds hermore interesting and me abore.
and she screams
and yes, alright, i’m sosaddened by her words butwhat am i to do if i am thecause of her despair?
speak to sophie, gossip withgeorgia; laugh with laura,eat with ella
but pleasedo not fall in love with someone else
I changed my url back because it’s prettier.