May 2012
5 posts
okay
sigh
April 2012
17 posts
wallowing
When I was born I was the only
girl in the room (save for my
mother and her midwife).
This would be the last time
I was counted as the most
beautiful diamond to ever
shine.
When I was 5 a boy tugged
at my hair and said my
face was too square and
my legs too bony to ever
be kissed by a dozen
princes.
When I was 6, I watched
him fall flat on his face
and he apologised each
year until I was 22 for
ever being so cruel but
I know his words were
drunken and true.
When I was 14 I kissed
a boy who made me feel
like I’d just been removed
from 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, who
told 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 the
window 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 must
find flavour in a pretty names
lips.
my name harbours no glamour
anymore, and she finds her
more interesting and me a
bore.
and she screams
i am terribly lonely
and yes, alright, i’m so
saddened by her words but
what am i to do if i am the
cause of her despair?
speak to sophie, gossip with
georgia; laugh with laura,
eat with ella
but please
do not fall in love with someone else
