Haunted Frame

Haii, my Angels!! This is a little piece i've been working on. I just wanted to share something today after yet another failed dumb situationship. I needed to just let this go, so here you go 🤗🤗

I never learned to love myself only the way others loved me

My body, a stage ,a painted shell,

a thing to be seen, not to be. 

Hands traced my worth before 

I knew it, Eyes carved shapes I couldn’t claim

I was a portrait hung for viewing,

a frame without a name.

You touched me like I was real,

like flesh and bone, not glass and gold.

For a moment, I almost believed you,

but beliefs, like beauty, fades when sold.

I don’t love you-not in the way 

the stories say that should 

be.

But I love you for loving me once,

for making me feel like I could be.

Yet still, I stand outside myself,

a shadow staring back at skin.

Wishing I could hold me, feel me-

the way you did, the way you did.