As I stare, misery replays the melodramatic
compliments I recite in the bathroom mirror.
The compliments once you’d given me.
I find life in your oval, green eyes.
Within mine, my eyes, I see desolation,
reconstructing what my father never taught me.
I remind myself of what my mother said he was;
but to you, I’m a heart worth breaking,
which is more worth than other lovers placed on me.
Even though you hate me, I’m glad I’m worth it.
(© 2022 AC)
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