Stages: Denial

They say the first stage of grief is denial.

Shore

I don't have good days or bad days. I have waves.

In order not to bruise your ego like you did my hymen I let my body move to a beat you could barely keep.

Two ticks
One to show that I've spoken and another to remind me that you don't care.

TW Warning: This poem covers themes of sexual assault

The fairy tales lied.

I hated how the chocolate treats would melt in her mouth while I had to choke on the ashes of what never was.

I tried to fix a man, yet I was the one who was broken.

Perhaps it was decided that you would be the stranger amongst friends.

I've never been the pretty girl but I could be the skinny one.