Tangerine

Her loose skin, her loose grip her loose smile, her loose sight. She smelled like cigarettes and mist, her body was very confident.

She laughed and made jokes all the time. Self deprecation was the substratum for her jokes. She laughed for the sake of laughing, she laughed to float away, to fade away.

She “was” like the Tangerine. Beautiful on the outside but sour and loose on the inside. Her personality is a facade, more like her shield. She is scared of giving in her vulnerability to someone. She is scared of human touch. She is scared of a connection.

She “is” like the Tangerine. Because, just like the peel of this fruit her peels are thick and strong. But once they are off, she is fucked and you win.

Beneath all the thick and strong, there used to be a girl hoping to love and to be loved. Her vulnerability was her weakness, and so did she suffer. And with every suffering she’s put piles and piles of layers on.

Peeling off this Tangerine may need understanding Because, she is still the girl hoping to be loved. But she may not love back very quickly. Peeling off this Tangerine will “need” patience.

She is not on an ego trip She is point blank petrified. Her loose skin, her loose grip her loose smile, her loose sight. She smelled of cigarettes and mist, like always. But now her face has started to distort.