She watches porn at 3am, and has both nipples pierced
her nails are like white roses
and her palms like the thorn of every flower dead or alive
I feel like if I cum in her mouth she'll keep me inside her forever
I have to google "how to get hard" with every girl that's not her
she's a dead head, barley leaves her bed
keeps a rusted flask under her pillow
and a knife to rip her beat up wrist
there's nothing glorifying about her image
It isn't beautiful the way she pukes on the floor and can never find bandaids
and on sunny days she'll get this feeling in her stomach
that makes her run to the nearest drug store frantically pushing everything out of the counters, looking for scar cream
when she goes long enough without sleep she'll text everyone she knows an apology for something she did three years ago
and I will always love her, but I cannot marry pills and blood
and all the people know her as a crazy, crying bitch
she was born with a different heart beat
as she was counting days left, the other little girls were counting sheep