My Ex Mirror

Yikes, there's K.

It's been a while since I saw her sorry face,

I whisper little lies about invisible flaws

 

She's gained weight, look at her:

Bloated belly, sausage stems

but theres color in her cheeks

and laugh lines, softening her rigid features

 

I'm standing in a mirror.

A beautiful 3 pound brain,

who has never felt prouder of the skin she lives in.

 

Who am I to deny the divine needs of my body and mind?

But more importantly, 

who are you to tell me that there is anything wrong with this body of mine

This poem is about: 
Me

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