Don't say I am confusing
Don't make your indecision my fault

You are a boy
Chest hair does not make you a man
And I have gardens growing
In the palms of my hands
You know

It takes time to grow

I am slow
I am stone

You hammered me
Expecting me to shatter
But smart girls carve themselves
Out of diamonds
Garnets
Rubies

Stop pretending as if you've broken something
You barely scratched the surface
Simply clouded it with your breath
(It was probably time for a polish anyway
Thanks for the reminder)

Tomorrow I will shine
I am stone
You will not erode me

Nose, fingers, ears
Cold to the touch
Shivers through my shoulders
Do not ask if I'm okay.

Do not assess the fullness of my schedule
Do not keep the news from me
Because I'm "too busy"
You are a coward and
I am empowered
Your judgement is wrecked
If you truly think you have that affect
Stop trying to make your weakness look like mine
I am stone

Stop apologising
Thinking I'll be empty now
All that's empty
Is your words
I'm solid the whole way through
Your weak little lungs could not
******* down
You wish you were the Big Bad Wolf
The previous was a stick figure
And the one before
Had hair like hay
I am brick
I am stone
So huff and puff away

Skim reading
Your skin
Reading
My lips

In this house
I am suffocated
Could not have been more glad
For you to take away what little air
Was left in my lungs

Clamp me down
With the lightest brush of your lips
You retract
I remain pinned in place.

//I taste you behind my teeth
//Coming home to closed curtains, occasionally
//Nailed to the ground/your feet
//Forgiveness, easy. Forgetting, not so much.
//Barely breathing/Lace around my neck
//Confiscated ballpoint pen/Knife-sharp wit okay
//Take a seat on the stars
//All I can promise is inconsistency
//Instantaneous regret is an awful emotion
**//In control, just not of myself

Brushed my teeth so hard
they bled
Just trying to get the taste
of your words out of my
mouth

Peel the skin off my fingers
use your sharpest knife
They will still reach out
to caress your neck
to
check for your pulse

Romance is dead.
Art was born yesterday.
Passion will always live.

Clichés exist for a reason.
Do not forget.
Forgive.

Oh how I have longed
To lose my baby fat
I did not realise
My face was so angular underneath