FUCK OFF WITH ME

Things I did when I was deadMy confidence comes from having too much knowledge to admit that I am still uneasy when my lover looks at me Because I know where my pain comes from & I know the difference between a victim & a survivor and which one I am going to be, But the women I know think they have to be quiet about their hurt to prove that their bodies are flaws that belong only to them & I don't know how to say that it takes a lifetime to own yourself.Things I did when I was dead
Sometimes I hate my body because it is what gives everyone else a right to me & I never get to do what I want with my own body because


Travelling at the speedI'm always talking about the somethings but I want to get to the specifics and break bones I want to see the circles in your blood and maybe talk about things other than skin and how maybe it's softTravelling at the speed
No matter how much I want to open you & find your insides & no matter how much I want your skin to be soft when it's next to mine, I know there's nothing I need to shout over your noise Because there is nothing I can say without smiling and I know that skin is tough.


I would dive out the windowAll of the shit in my brain, things like uninteresting memories of freckles & elbows - all of it makes me a liar. Sometimes I am so tired of being loud because as much as I'd like to pretend this won't be around for much longer I know where I love you and I know how easy it is to exist in someone elseI would dive out the window
& I would die to be quiet because I am spineless
Devious Comments
Of course you're not gross. Thank you though. I'm glad you're pleased!... Hahah
high... sky... how cliche.
am I overracting? I can't fix it!
SOON!
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Our eyes grew wide
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