Jun 1, 2021
I want someone to tell me about all my flaws.
So honestly, that I accept them gladly.
I want someone to tell me about
the shape of my head,
the slope of my cheek,
the cackle of my laughter,
the judgement in my eyes,
the spite in my voice,
the set of my brow,
the jut of my lip.
I want to see what my hater sees, what an intruder may see.
This curiosity I cannot feel anymore,
I am tired in this prison of a person I know
I want to know what I am not
and once I do,
I want to throw it all away
and wait to feel new again.
