kiss me. hold me so close that I forget that I am falling apart; crumbs of my heart litter the floor and specks of my lungs cloud the air like dust as I walk your way. touch me. embrace my fears and whisper lies- tell me it'll be alright even though in the morning I know you won't be here. see me as I am and accept my flawed skin and the fat on my inner thighs that I hate; tell me I'm beautiful and maybe I'll believe you. use me til your needs are met, comb your hand through my hair and then find a reason to leave quickly- soon i'll be lonely again. don't worry I'm used to this game; the one where a boy gets what he wants and I suffer in the silence but it's okay. a small part of me is sadly learning to like it.