A garish scar of femininity
On my otherwise docile face, a taunt.
My confidence
A mockery
Of the person I'm not.
An invitation, an intimacy
A rebellion, a warning
A declaration of individuality
A confession of weakness
A license to be wanton
An assumption of sophistication
No reason to take you,
A reason to forsake you.
Rosiness of satiated passion
Bleeding of hopes
Happiness of true love
Hopelessness of a whore.
2 comments:
Well written...but a 'garish scar'.. don't think so. :)
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