The Part

Somewhere

Under all these dirty clothes

And some old ballet flats

Is the part of me

That used to be yours

It is ugly

It makes me feel a bit sick

I cover it up with a sock

The pink one with no match

And a hole

It makes me feel strong

Even as my cheeks become wet

With the tears that I thought

Had completely been lost

I spin in circles until I am dizzy

I fall drunkenly to the floor

The glimpse of pink

Out of the corner of my eye

Makes me sleepy

I hate you

And that part of me

That used to be yours

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