I think I made you up inside my head
I think you were an act of my design
And I’ve spent all these years making my bed
Carving a girl whose face was never mine
I think I made you “uglier” instead
Of every doll like feature you had on
I think I plucked the glitter from your head
And craft a wig of grey for you to don
And looking in the mirror I confess
I’ve painted you so blind to who you are
And it’s a wonder, mirror to my chest
I’ve dragged my very likeness down so far
This poem was written using a writng prompt which asked me to take the last line of a poem I loved and use it as the first line of my own. Naturally, I chose “Mad Girl’s Love Song” by Sylvia Plath, with the line
“I think I made you up inside my head” serving as both it’s last line and my first.
Thank you for reading ,
Love, Ross Lynn.
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