I no longer want to be naked. Naked= alone.
Clothes will always be with me.
I continue to cover the truth, flaws, and scars.
Camouflage the fat-covered well enough to elude the most clever of characters
One will not leave from disappoint- Only touch me when I am in cloth
Draped over my body, to hide the shame; the embarrassment; my truest self
The self I do not know anymore.
I refuse to display things I no longer recognize.
The viewer would know me more than I know myself-and then leave
And every time after, I must knit another sweater, because I have grown cold after-he left
Tired of rebuilding-Putting myself back together-re-learning to love the woman who always gets walked out on
Desperate enough to want them to stay, and welcome the mental abuse
A shameful thought to think abuse = something more than abandonment- maybe love?
At least he stays- I say in my head
He stays and yells; he stays and neglects; he stays and takes advantage; he stays and fights with me
Point is… he stays
No, they all leave and they all leave the same way
Disappears without a word; not even willing to return to get the things they left behind
Leaving me to think my nakedness ran them off
So I will remain covered