I want to look ridiculous
look fiercely independent,
a harsh streak of colour on the soft sunlit pastels of perfect girls
I want it to scream something is damaged,
something is mine
this body, face, mistakes,
these wins. this heart.
they are all mine.
This sphere bleached chemical discolouration
tells you no one can love, crush your illusions for you – I’ll be my own antidote
not yours, not anyone’s.