Loathe

[Loveblind]

At the end of the
Night
I strip my clothes of
My back

Stand in front of the mirror
Bare body
I lift them up with my hands
Only if they were higher
And didn't fall to my stomach

Lines run on my back
touching the top of my butt
hips long, gut overlaps
jiggles between my thighs
when I walk

To think men worship
What I am viewing
I can’t come to conclusion why

But, for now I can only
Imagine
I loathe everything I see
In the reflection

Maybe it’s the excitement
And arousal they
Feel

Self-centered and selfish
How they can enjoy
But, I
Cant
Enjoy or embrace what I’ve got