I’m sick of fuckboys saying they’re messed up themselves so they always mess up themselves while messing with myself.
Hold your hands out while I lay down the most vulnerable parts of me. The parts I keep like presents labeled “do not open until this date”.
Like an excited child you rip open the wrapping paper like finger nails across my skin and I get a taste of the pain you’re about to give to me.
Next, you tear open the box. This box! that contains the most vulnerable parts of me. I feel my heart ripping open. The cracking of the cardboard mimics the cracking of my ribs over my pounding heart.
You look down into my vulnerable parts as I hold my breath.
“Wow...thanks….you shouldn’t have”
You speak the truth about one thing. I shouldn’t have.
You look around and say “I forgot to get you anything”
I think “it’s the thought that counts” but the problem is counting your thoughts only takes one hand.
One hand that I use to take my box back until I can lay it down in front of someone that looks down, smiles and says
“I got you the same thing”
8/18/2016 Amanda Powell
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC
I’m sick of fuckboys saying they’re messed up themselves so they always mess up themselves while messing with myself.
Hold your hands out while I lay down the most vulnerable parts of me. The parts I keep like presents labeled “do not open until this date”.
Like an excited child you rip open the wrapping paper like finger nails across my skin and I get a taste of the pain you’re about to give to me.
Next, you tear open the box. This box! that contains the most vulnerable parts of me. I feel my heart ripping open. The cracking of the cardboard mimics the cracking of my ribs over my pounding heart.
You look down into my vulnerable parts as I hold my breath.
“Wow...thanks….you shouldn’t have”
You speak the truth about one thing. I shouldn’t have.
You look around and say “I forgot to get you anything”
I think “it’s the thought that counts” but the problem is counting your thoughts only takes one hand.
One hand that I use to take my box back until I can lay it down in front of someone that looks down, smiles and says
“I got you the same thing”
8/18/2016 Amanda Powell