A child stuck in a rotting body.
A life built on manipulation and ***. An addict of lust.
An attention-starved fool.

I didn't ask to be born.

Love is never enough

What other solution was there
what else was there to do
what else would have happened
Me helplessly walking behind
As you hold and kiss him,
Occasionally I get a peck on the cheek?
You would rather me fall for you,
And suffer
Than me to move on,
And find someone who will actually
Spend their love on me,
And I mean *all of it

When I needed a google search to tell me if I was still a ******.

It took a game of dare or double dare to teach me I don’t know repeated sounds an awful lot like yes
and ******* can drop mountains on boundaries not yet built –
serrated edges on once innocent skin

I let you carve me.

Nine years later and I’m still trying to find air in the ocean where it all happened.
I took lessons, but I never learned how to swim.

I remember thinking you must’ve liked me, that was the reason
and returning the favor would’ve made it okay. I found you in my freshmen year yearbook.

But I was wearing a bikini shaped like ignorance and a smile lined with naïve

you weren’t reaching for my heart when you went to hold my hand,
forcibly lacing my fingers like ribs around your ****.

I still wonder if dropping the I don’t before the know would’ve made any difference.

I could be your worst nightmare if I felt so inclined... but I'm not.
I spent far too much time screaming at you to want to do it right now.
I got tired of dealing with you.
So I'm not.

Maybe I would feel completely differently
If you weren't so in love with someone else
Try having feelings for someone that
Only talks about their relationship with the perfect boy
Of course I moved on
What was my other choice