And today
Will you be the cut lost girl?
The lipstick collected acting queen?
The eyebrows driven intellectual?
The hair flip girly gone shopping?
No, today you waffle between the
shadowed couch corner self-doubt
and swirl glass drop eyes stuttered
half-confessions you are sure I don't
want to hear it, trying to spill,
stopping short crumple thought of hope
or unfolding past pain and throw it away
"i'm just being stupid"
almost cry out. almost speak.
rinse (eyes). repeat.
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