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The Loving (An ode to Mr. James Dean)
There's nights where you're all i can think about,
But then comes the loving; the loving of myself.
I remember everything you've done to me,
I remember how and when you broke me.
I am no longer the woman you yearn for me to be,
My body is no longer your welcome mat, instead it is the Taj Mahal,
My body is sun kissed and it is lined in gold.
You were just a visitor baby boy; and i am no longer yours.
You do not get to tell me that i need to lose weight
My body is an ocean full of stars and beginnings of untold stories tied within the sea.
I no longer want you, nor do i need you.
I am stronger now, and i thank the god's everyday for it.
When you found me i was weak, unclean.
But i am so much more than that now.
I am whole.
But then comes the loving; the loving of myself.
I remember everything you've done to me,
I remember how and when you broke me.
I am no longer the woman you yearn for me to be,
My body is no longer your welcome mat, instead it is the Taj Mahal,
My body is sun kissed and it is lined in gold.
You were just a visitor baby boy; and i am no longer yours.
You do not get to tell me that i need to lose weight
My body is an ocean full of stars and beginnings of untold stories tied within the sea.
I no longer want you, nor do i need you.
I am stronger now, and i thank the god's everyday for it.
When you found me i was weak, unclean.
But i am so much more than that now.
I am whole.
Published 10th May 2019
| Edited 14th Jun 2019
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10th May 2019 4:51am
23rd May 2019 10:14am
I enjoyed the read I felt as tho it echoed something I felt long ago. Keep up the good writing
