Because my cowardice doesn't let me confess that I'm dying of loneliness. So as you turn to look at me and ask me if I'm okay, I will beam and offer the same illusive expression: I'M OKAY.
How infuriating to see myself in the mirror I detect in my eyes a repugnant appearance Your core and mine in a perplexing adherence How forget you if you live in my interior? - Juliet Rivor © October 2017 Just another heartbreak poem Once you start loving yourself is that you can move on and … Continue reading Repugnant Reflection
-Juliet Rivor © June 2017