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my heart beats for you, now.sometimes i feel like i don't belong here. in a world filled to the brim with the click-clack-click of heels, empty noise pouring from eager mouths, and the sounds of their ticking wristwatches; bound to them forever.More Like This
i watch as people claw at each other violently, using each other then discarding the remains without so much as a glance in their direction. these vultures with bloodied beaks and torn flesh hanging from their claws are women, banshees demanding to be treated like goddesses just because they exist. they are men, blinded by their lust and obsession with the curve of a woman's hips and swell of her chest.
i bite back the words,
no one warned the little girlssometimes you will fall in love withMore Like This
the hands or with the jawline, not with
the penis. watch out for boys whose eyes
are rougher than their voices. little girls
love hard and fast, and it is a lie to say
that words will never hurt you.
kissing in the rain is not romantic. it's cold
and wet, and your nipples will be like pebbles
digging into his skin. he'll wipe water from your
lashes, and, if he is polite, he'll pretend
not to notice his thumb blackened by mascara.
later as he sleeps you will watch his lips,
unable to feel anything except your hair
curled damply against your skin.
when you were young, sex was strange
an
