I’ve always been a cookie cutter girl.
pressed into shapes I never liked.
Rolled and folded into the perfect form.
My face and body configured
to make me look appetizing.
Different shapes every day.
A heart, a circle, maybe a flower.
I’ve learned to keep my edges clean.
quietly abiding by the rules I have been taught.
Melting in the heat, so I turn golden.
I’ve always hated being a cookie cutter girl.
It had been
356 days,
8,544 hours,
512,640 minutes,
since March 11, 2025.
It had been
356 days of smiling,
and crying, and yelling,
and laughing, and fighting,
I had a funeral yesterday.
A quick goodbye to
the person closest to me.
I can’t quite recall when she died.
It has been so long
since she was alive.
Why have I held on to
her lifeless body?
I chose to lose you,
to lose the love you gave me.
I had to leave you.
I didn’t mean to
let our relationship die.
I couldn’t take it.
Our love looked perfect,
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