May 2015
she was made of mistakes -
they were drawn on her hips and the tips of her fingers
her skin was always painted white with fear, lips a bruised blue from kissing too many mouths of bottles and swallowing too many words at once-
the softness of her flesh had never been clean, always marked with bruises from her nightly trips down the road, her feet sending her body flying onto concrete where she would inhale rocks and ugly words spit from people's mouths as they passed her -
she was a girl undone, loose ends and shaking hands, a mistake - a tragedy - she was everything a girl should not be yet, she was everything she ever wanted to be.
they were drawn on her hips and the tips of her fingers
her skin was always painted white with fear, lips a bruised blue from kissing too many mouths of bottles and swallowing too many words at once-
the softness of her flesh had never been clean, always marked with bruises from her nightly trips down the road, her feet sending her body flying onto concrete where she would inhale rocks and ugly words spit from people's mouths as they passed her -
she was a girl undone, loose ends and shaking hands, a mistake - a tragedy - she was everything a girl should not be yet, she was everything she ever wanted to be.
this is somewhat a story of self love - in everybody's eye she is all wrong, but somehow - she can look past that in herself, she is where she wants to be
