If I’m being honest
I miss the girl with the heavy wing liner and rings
The collarbones and ****
But not the gnawing feeling in my stomach
Or the drips of blood on my sleeve
She would’ve already dyed her hair
And tattooed, your name behind her ear
We both feel the weight of the horrifying gutting of your silence as you leave
What once was obsession And intrigues
Has turned into a deafening tolerance
And attachment is all I can hold onto to not feel the defeat.
I was open and free
And now there is a tame me
Is there a world where I learn how to be tame and free? Can I feed my soul in the new me
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 9:16 PM UTC
If I’m being honest
I miss the girl with the heavy wing liner and rings
The collarbones and ****
But not the gnawing feeling in my stomach
Or the drips of blood on my sleeve
She would’ve already dyed her hair
And tattooed, your name behind her ear
We both feel the weight of the horrifying gutting of your silence as you leave
What once was obsession And intrigues
Has turned into a deafening tolerance
And attachment is all I can hold onto to not feel the defeat.
I was open and free
And now there is a tame me
Is there a world where I learn how to be tame and free? Can I feed my soul in the new me