MOLDED

Scrolling as if time hasn’t tried its best to chase To keep pace with the distortion and deterioration of who I am. Disassociating myself from anyone else, Only to associate every piece of myself to whom you desire. I want you to want me; I long for you to cherish me. I ache for the idea of you admiring me in all my iridescence. Fumed with jealousy and agony, I must stop, yet my darling, I can’t help but yearn To tear myself from my own flesh, Merging my shed skin with the collective tears, Then waiting to be placed on the spinning wheels, Round and round, As my curves are molded into the shape of your liking. Your longing gaze fixated on me As I slowly reveal the internal whisper yearning to be your finest creation. I surrender, Laying on the broken glass mattress of your past deceits, Measuring my worth against the manipulation of your scattered words. Am I a shadow of the beauty you crave, Or merely a ghost in the space you leave? Should I bend and mold to spark the flame that once blazed, Or shall I rise from the ashes of our burning sanctuary? ————————————————— This piece expresses the complexities of love, identity distortion, unhealthy comparisons and self-worth, capturing how relationships can alter self-perception (especially when it comes to betrayal)