Pretty girl

Pretty girl Jun 2017

Every year it's like I'm someone new because i keep breaking off peices of myself and putting them in the places i can never return.

I gave him a small chunk of the stone behind the cage we call ribs and he threw it to the ocean because keeping it in his pocket weighed him down

I've cut peices of my brain away. I whispered my thoughts to papers with ink laced words and everytime something new would form old bricks would break to make room for new ones

My emotions were stolen by shadows who said if you are anorexic you have to be underweight and depression isn't real we all just happen to be very dramatic. My hands shake not from this lack of food

STARVATION
But the anxiety that always leaves me hungry and worried about things i can't control. Like weather getting lost on the way to greet me and if these pants will fit today

The truth is im afraid to grow old. I feel myself slipping and i don't want to lose the me i am now. I already miss who i was and im afraid of what ill become because not being able to remember who you were makes me feel so hollow and full of grief that it rolls out my eyes and down my cheeks

Pretty girl Jun 2017

Why am i single?

I.  am.

told

that i come off as

a...
        sarcastic

                        *******

It's just that...
i.
have a sense of

humor...

On more than one occasion

Pretty girl Jun 2017

Hell

She wasn't simple
And she didn't love easy
But
When she did
You were stuck on her
Like
Beautiful confusion
Because being figured out meant you knew yourself
And she had been lost
And may forever be

Pretty girl Jun 2017

Then what was it?

We walked beside each other silently again. We stopped and he let the back of his cool hand brush my face from my temple to my jaw. Electricity flowed through our connecting skin making the breaths we both took shallow and deep all in one moment. We swayed against eachother and played connect four with our finger tips. Our expressions were mixtures of uncertainty, excitement, and devilish thoughts came to the surface. We revealed what is most precious to eachother.

Pretty girl Jun 2017

Lilly

Everyone is beautiful to someone but i wanted to be beautiful to him

Pretty girl Jun 2017

Squirt

She likes cupcakes for dessert...
Hers were lips that have touched coke and *****
Limbs un-outstretched because she never did like the way they played hard to get
See if they kept it up she'd be a no one's girl but wasn't that better than being that guys girl
She was odd
I think that made her perfect
Because she was absolute and complete
Absolutely completely something i believe to be mysterious
She was a believer in space
And didn't need to define gravity because it wasn't ever keeping her down
She walked above it on grass greener than the other side
And although her milky lips were frosted them she would never lick
Easy people couldn't bite her because she kept close her finger tips

Pretty girl Jun 2017

70% water

I was seventy percent water and thirty percent something i could not quite define.
I wanted to be witty... Thin and pretty. They called me too tall due to the fact that i could never reach the top shelf. I made that nickname up myself. I like irony and people who use their hands while telling stories.
I enjoy watching people's emotions skip across their face. We are a predictable people and you thought you were hiding behind a mask but your acting wasn't so great.
No one cared enough to look a little closer or stay a little longer. Every laugh you laughed has gotten quieter instead of louder and im afraid to find you again we'll need a ladder. You think on cotton clouds made of candy and kick yourself because you thought no one could see. Im paying attention darling and i can see you're not shallow. You were a puddle so deep they believed you were imaginary. They don't care but you're not alone. Just lonely. Would you like to join me?

You are 70 percent water and thirty percent something i cannot define but i know that it's lovely