I dreamt of you
with lipstick-stained teeth,
begging me to tell you
you looked pretty,
When in truth
you were a desperate
doe-eyed disaster,
Aimlessly recording
a moment in time
when you felt
like your body
wouldn’t kill you.
Selfie-Mode
Posted by
Isabella Reyes
Lover of the mundane, the beautiful, and everything in between. My poetry focuses on my personal experiences and identity as bisexual, biracial, and an overall self-involved over-thinker. A mix of dark humor and optimism, these poems are meant to bring others a sense of how I see the world.