Skin I’ll Never Wear
You step out of the shower and the mirror shows your win
every line smooth
every muscle in the right brutal place
You tie your hair
pull on anything and it fits like it was grown there
no tug, no shame, no war with your own face
I stand next to you in the bathroom light, same glass
same silver, different planet, different weight
You flex and laugh and talk about “little flaws
” tiny marks you wish were gone while I stare at miles of damage I cannot ignore.
You live inside a body that never betrayed you
that opens doors, that softens rooms
that turns heads when you step through
Mine moves like a crime scene, taped off, misaligned
joints screaming
gut heavy with every insult I ever heard from you
You pinch an inch, call it gross
while I turn sideways and feel my chest seize up
You call yourself “disgusting” in a costume I would sell years of my life to even touch.
You hate what you have, I hate what I am
We stand in the same room, Different math, same jam.
This is the skin I will never wear
All the shapes you call imperfect sit like gods in my stare
If envy is poison
then my bloodstream’s jet black with the dose
You walk through life barely thinking of it
I live pinned to this post.
You drop ten pounds on purpose and act like the world changed overnight
I lose five by accident from stress and panic
still look wrong, still lose every hidden fight
You talk about angles and filters and “bad side” shots of a frame that wins in every setting by default
I scroll through my own photos like autopsy evidence
each one a different fault.
If reincarnation runs this time and I get a second try
I want your shoulders, your wrists, your casual grin
Hand over that frame you treat like trash for a single year in my war
You will beg for your old flaws back
Flat on the floor.
This is the skin I will never wear
All the shapes you call imperfect sit like gods in my stare
If envy is poison
then my bloodstream’s jet black with the dose
You walk through life barely thinking of it
I live pinned to this post.
You leave smudges on that glass rushing out to live
I stay behind, Touch the spot where you stood
And envy everything it can give.