Truth in a Picture
You call me beautiful with your glance.
I get that a lot.
You like my eyes with their vacant stare
I don’t see you.
You see sexy in them, don’t you?
I see through you.
You say I have the perfect little nose.
I breathe, just.
You want to kiss my full red lips.
They sigh, barely.
I despise being an image for men to want.
My eyes are vacant from being broken.
You don’t see.
I feel dirty and used and pained by him.
You see sexy.
I barely breathe when he hurts me.
You love my nose.
My lips bleed without a scream.
You want them.
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