Who decided just because I have, well... Certain bits That it means I should wear a skirt? Or a dress? I mean what does it matter? Why aren’t we just all the same? I don’t want to choose Because getting it wrong Means doing again...
The feeling of wanting to go home even though you lie in your bed. What does that mean? If this isn’t home, where is it? What if I never find it? What if I never had it in the first place? Was I feeling something completely different and giving it the wrong label? Who did this to me? Was it me? It’s my fault, isn’t it? Do I deserve this? Why? Am I a bad person?
i hate that i miss you i hate it so much i hate myself for getting so attached i hate my heart for skipping a beat when i see you i hate my stomach for dropping when i hear your voice i hate my body for craving yours i hate my mind for imagining the way you looked at me i hate my eyes for tearing up in the middle of the night
i hate everything about me as much as i loved everything about you
not sometimes, not constantly. well i'm not too sure. maybe..
i feel like i'm constantly being dragged in every direction, the stars are plucking at my hair like strings. and my mind- it seems to wander, goes anywhere else but where i need it to be.
i will never understand why my feet forget how to walk sometimes, no they're not judging the way you walk- well, now, maybe. i'm not breathing that loudly- stop it you know how to breathe, now you can't catch your breath.
i will never understand why my eyes flicker to find people who i assume are looking or thinking about me. no one cares.