they have
become so nothing that they are everything. I
hate myself for
liking the stubble that inflames
my skin
I hate myself for caring so much about
being hurt
by them, for wanting
to show them
how bright my blood is when they turn me inside
out
and my veins show like
the splitting seams of a shirt, tagless
for more breathing room.
men are of no importance to me
so much that they have become everything. I
wait
to fall asleep in
the ocean spilling from their bodies
because I always have this desire to drown where
another girl did not want to.
I learned
there is no god, just
love addicts and the vulnerable
who piece together memories out of
salt. all
bodies are made of salt.
water, *** I want to care so little that I love the
thought of men
breaking me open like a clam
that dies when they take the pearl out.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
they have
become so nothing that they are everything. I
hate myself for
liking the stubble that inflames
my skin
I hate myself for caring so much about
being hurt
by them, for wanting
to show them
how bright my blood is when they turn me inside
out
and my veins show like
the splitting seams of a shirt, tagless
for more breathing room.
men are of no importance to me
so much that they have become everything. I
wait
to fall asleep in
the ocean spilling from their bodies
because I always have this desire to drown where
another girl did not want to.
I learned
there is no god, just
love addicts and the vulnerable
who piece together memories out of
salt. all
bodies are made of salt.
water, *** I want to care so little that I love the
thought of men
breaking me open like a clam
that dies when they take the pearl out.
