you're a broken piece of glass,
and i want you to kiss me.
i want my lips to be scarred
with the way you felt against them.
i want them to bleed so they
shine red and the boy across the
hall will look at me,
because red lips will make me pretty.
right?
red lipstick and black and blue eyeliner
(because blood and bruises are
what makes me beautiful.)
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
you're a broken piece of glass,
and i want you to kiss me.
i want my lips to be scarred
with the way you felt against them.
i want them to bleed so they
shine red and the boy across the
hall will look at me,
because red lips will make me pretty.
right?
red lipstick and black and blue eyeliner
(because blood and bruises are
what makes me beautiful.)
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