Skin

Some sentences get stuck to my skin.
They pour from your innocent mouth with the weight of a feather,
and land on me with pressure of a hundred sleepless nights,
and the pain of a thousand splinters.
A thought that gets stuck on me.
Every time I look in the mirror I hear your heavy words.
I look deep into my own eyes
Brown and white
Human and unchangeable
I stare so hard into my own eyes.
Trying to ignore every negitive reflection of myself.
When I look into your eyes I see the good parts of you.
And those are the parts I like about myself.
But when I look deep into my own eyes I can ignore nothing.
The reflection the reality.
All I see is the sentences you said that got stuck to my skin.

D.R.