girls are always told about princes and saviors.  fairytales and crowns. but prince charming isn't always charming. and good little christian girls are told "jesus died for you". you're saved by a blood sacrifice yet they say it's wrong to bleed out things on the alter unless you're virginal wives.

and i don't believe in saviors but i know a lot of knives. I know a lot about sacrifices. I know a lot about looking in the mirror and not recognizing the mascara streaked version of myself in my own eyes. that's a dark part of me i'm trying to unlearn, but i'm not sure muscle memory will stop me from reminiscing the singing of razor blades and the way some people gave me the exact same feeling.

head is reeling. wine. didn't he say that it was his blood? drinking 'til we see our graves, trying to forget what his lips looked like, trying to forget the taste of our sacrifices to an undeserving prince. they say the bible is open to interpretation but i have a feeling that isn't what it meant.