EwMy skin.More Like This
Blood vessels all red.
It makes it look like I've got a rash.
This skin contains things inside.
It stops my moods from soaking out.
I try to scratch through it.
Tear it and let a feeling be free.
But this skin is ugly.
Healed scars of purple and white.
Silly scratches that do nothing.
All I want is to see it marked.
Dirty and broken.
Dead and ill.
Because maybe if I looked as ill as I felt.
Maybe if I looked dead.
Confessions of a Teenage Love AffairI was sixteen, but I knew the ghost of urban loveMore Like This
lingering on my lipstick-stained tongue
like smoke and dusk
was more than just a phase
Caught between my pimples and my accent
And my love affair with the color gray.