Once I used you for the first time,

I knew it wouldn’t be my last.

The way my fingers wrapped around your tiny, metal figure made my heart flutter.

The rubber that lined the curves of your magnificent body.

The specks of leftover mascara that covered the top of your frame.

Every part of you, I fell in love with and it became an addiction.

You became my addiction.

I would grab for you everytime I needed a void filled.

Everytime the little hairs on my eyelids drooped down,

Making my body fill up with insecurity,

I reach for you within the abyss of my purse.

You encourage me, you care for me, you have made a better and more confident person.

But sometimes our relationship becomes unhealthy.

It becomes unhealthy because I abuse you, while also hurting myself.

The wispy furs that lay across my waterline of my eye are becoming frail and so are you.

I use you so much and I am sorry.

I am obsessed and that’s why I needed to move on.

I have purchased other types of you in this time apart from you.

You just don’t seem to satisfy me anymore.

We aren’t as tight anymore because the screws on you became loose

But that’s my fault.

I broke you, over and over and I continue to hurt other people.

Maybe I should just stop.

I’ll leave you and the others alone.

I need to focus on myself and boosting my confidence without you.

I don’t need you.

I need to embrace my natural self.

I’m sorry,

Eyelash curler.