I Think

Poetry Project #14

I sit alone

All by myself

Self-love I’ve mourned

And placed on a shelf

I think of those times

And whatever they mean

Then I need to shower

Wash it all clean

Away from my body

It’s this pain I can’t take

When I think of it all

My soul starts to shake

I can’t take anymore

Oh, what should I do?

I feel dirty like a whore

With every thought of you.

~November 6, 2000 (age 17)

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