Lately, I've been at war with the mirror
Every glance feels like betrayal.
I see someone I do not love
Someone he no longer loves.
Somewhere, I became too much.
No longer worth the effort,
no longer worth his heart.
Yet my body, oh my body
is still worth wanting.
He calls me pretty, but she's prettier.
I don't want to be pretty.
I want to be seen.
I want to be more than skin and curves.
I want to be loved when I am perfect.
And when I'm not
When I'm messy, toxic and lost
I try to stay flawless
for men who only see the shape of my body
They praise me at my best
But step back when they meet the rest of me
Yet they never leave.
Because a perfect body is always useful.
