I don't cry about it now.
but when he held me at the waist
I felt paper cuts carve his hands,
saw the broken glass on each side
of my "you look like a girl" hips
slice him open.
He said they looked like wings,
but where are the angels
when I slump over
bathroom floors,
with bent knees and
shattered promises?
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
I don't cry about it now.
but when he held me at the waist
I felt paper cuts carve his hands,
saw the broken glass on each side
of my "you look like a girl" hips
slice him open.
He said they looked like wings,
but where are the angels
when I slump over
bathroom floors,
with bent knees and
shattered promises?
