Wednesday

That is who I am by SteffyPop


I want you to think of the times you looked at me and felt zero attraction,
the way I looked before,
bent down, silly smile, uncertain posture and hands unnaturally fumbling
allover the tarmac of my neglected belly.

I want you to remember me like that.
For now that I radiate
I can’t suddenly be forgotten by you and be made a hero
when the pity you felt towards me is still my history.

I want you to remember me as that moment in time when I was almost a creep
I want you to remember how I looked in your eyes.
Because that is who I am.

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