I heard this myth
I heard this myth called perfection
She says she’s real but I know that she cannot be
Sometimes I pretend she is though
She says I have to
I have these cuts for thinking she’s a myth
That’s what she does
How she preys
Its on people like me
She kills in different ways
But kills all the same
The first time she caugh my attention
She starved me from the inside out
She stole my happiness
My life
The people who loved me
And she made me pay
She stole from me and made me pay
The second time she caught my attention
She used her nails
To cut these bloody gashed into me
Lines and lines of budding red clusters
A bible inscribed in pain
She leaves them I the most hidden places
Because, she says no one can know about her
She says if they do, she will have to leave me
I don’t want her to leave now
Now I love her
The third time she caught my attention
She made me un
Sometimes she’d chase me for hours
The lines on my skin became just as numerous
On my bones
And from these fissures
Came pain
But she kept chasing
And she always caught me
I cannot out-run her
I cannot out-starve her
I cannot out-cut her
You see, I heard about this myth called perfection
And the bones and scars remind me everyday
That she’s real.