I wish I were the girl you clung to.
The girl you look for.
I wish your feelings were mine.
I wish I were the girl you wanted me to be.
The girl who would listen, not lie.
I wish you could trust me.
I wish I were your model.
The girl you aspire to be.
Though I know I am not.
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.
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?
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