I feel as if my skin is dirty,
and I can't rinse away the grime
of the sins I've committed,
thoughts that shouldn't have been said.
I can't scrub off the imperfections
nor remove the memories
that are etched into my skin
like a tattoo,
constantly reminding me of the person
I wish that I wasn't.
7.4.2023
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pieces of me: poems
PoetryTo the girl twenty-four hours ago, crying into her pillow and questioning what comes next, you'll be okay. "pieces of me" is a collection of thoughts that make up who I am, inspired by either fictional or real emotions and experiences. Through poetr...
