I would say I’m pretty.
But ducking mirrors isn’t accidental,
There’s scars on my temples that aren’t ornamental.
I would say I’m raw.
That my flesh needs the warmth of yours to subsist,
But I’m just a child, and children persist.
I would say I’m fulfilled.
But patience and loving is all in the past,
I fought the riptide and sunk at half-mast.
But your smile was enough.
Had you held it a moment I would have forgot,
The heartbreak, the anguish, to hell with the lot.