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To-do lists sitting on my chest
Laying in bed Hiding in my closet Sobriety is the blanket and the door and my ribcage He sees my fat and loves me anyways Cute, he says I am ugly, I want to scream I was born a diamond and have been eroded every second since Pimpley and red With hair that jets out and a mind that won't forget I need sex or love or time alone To-do lists posted on the walls The walls are too childish Too much colour in this room Too many clothes that don't fit I am ungrateful Ungrateful and ugly I have taken to covering mirrors because I cannot stand the sight of myself I stopped picking at my skin for him Not for me Never for me To-do lists I need to make goals and hopes Deadlines to remind myself A schedule with colours and times and people Cute, he says What will he say when I am surrounded by unticked to-do lists When February stops I want to dance I want to dance and never stop dancing To feel my throat grow hoarse and my tendons tighten And dance and feel fun and free and drink cocktails and make money and travel I want to love someone and have them love me back and not worry about Age gaps or time passing or my hair or my stomach Or ticking off the damn to-do lists Or reading philosophy and making it mean something For him for him I am diligent and responsible and organized and informed and professional and friendly Highly skilled Poorly willed Over filled Slightly chilled - Laundry - English Reading - Politics Reading - Science Reading - Film essay - Midterm studying HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME? IS THIS WHAT YOU MEANT WHEN YOU SAID HUMANS FOUND THE GIFT OF SOCIETY AND RUINED IT? AM I AN EXAMPLE OF THIS? HAVE I RUINED IT?
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