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ANA


ANA

She came to me on a rainy day

Knocked on the oakwood door, a light wrapping

I remember her lips moving, but all i could see

was how pale they were

Before i could tear my eyes away from those petaled lips

She was already in my personal bubble

I always thought i’d be mad when it was popped

With one perfectly manicured nail, 

She traced the edges of my sanity

And that's when she sat me down

On the blue and white checkered sofa

And told me my time had come

My thoughts went melancholy 

But quickly changed when i saw her smile

“No longer will you be full of self hate”

In that moment, i was blind

I let that flower of a girl 

Carve out my bones

Until i was empty

And i loved her for it

Because for just a moment,

I felt beautiful

~J



 

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