Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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Sometimes, when I am certain
That I am alone and out
Of the public eye, I stare at
Myself, my body, the ugliness thgat
Is my weight, my smile, my skin,
And my scars, however my eyes
Linger longingly over my delicious abrasions.
I know every one of them by heart.
I remember how and why.
I know when and where.
I know the times, the weather,
The smell of the afternoon
Or the dank feel of the room.
I scrutinize these errors and
Pull from the indefinite beauty
That they existed to be, and
Now I know, I can blow out
The candle and follow through
With acceptance, knowing that I
May never be loved, adored, admired,
Lusted over, fantasized about, dreamed of,
But a sleek silver blade will
Kiss me goodnight and allow
Me to plummet into the twilight
And wisps of a silvery sleep.
November 8, 2008
That I am alone and out
Of the public eye, I stare at
Myself, my body, the ugliness thgat
Is my weight, my smile, my skin,
And my scars, however my eyes
Linger longingly over my delicious abrasions.
I know every one of them by heart.
I remember how and why.
I know when and where.
I know the times, the weather,
The smell of the afternoon
Or the dank feel of the room.
I scrutinize these errors and
Pull from the indefinite beauty
That they existed to be, and
Now I know, I can blow out
The candle and follow through
With acceptance, knowing that I
May never be loved, adored, admired,
Lusted over, fantasized about, dreamed of,
But a sleek silver blade will
Kiss me goodnight and allow
Me to plummet into the twilight
And wisps of a silvery sleep.
November 8, 2008
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