There’s a particular provocativeness In dark purple under the eyes In mascara and eyeliner caked under fingernails In wrinkles between the brows In opaque smiles
There’s a mysterious longing In hands through hair In lips chapped and the color of wilting roses In fluttering lavender eyelids In unconsciousness in the air
Nothing about this is beautiful Your up-until-6am staring in the dark Your scrapes and scratches Your calloused fingertips Your boney spine
Nothing about this is beautiful Your frantic, wild talks about how you don’t know yourself Your desperateness to understand your mind
Sitting sobbing sadness in the shower Bruised knees pressed into your eye sockets Hugging your folded legs Feeling the hot water drain with your emotions
There’s a particular provocativeness In being so ****** up that you know you’re unloveable You’re an interesting specimen, But this kind of life is not beautiful romantic you do not want this.