I love you tenderly. In the morning your peaceful complexion soft and your earth-brown hair tousled against baby pink pillowcase. My nose pressed against your cheek, I try to breathe you in (inhale the smell of sleep) (longing) with you I can focus in on controlling my pulse (1...2...1...2…) The arches of your collarbones make me ache your entire self singing of promise.
You filled your skin with sharp lead and your arms with cigaret burns, without any screams, but with the blue mass that touched your cheeks. You used to think, that to put on a massiv amount of black eyeliner, would hide the fact, that you couldn't sleep at night. And you used to think that starving yourself, would make you feel just a little bit better about who you were, but all you ended up with was a stomach you could fit your hands around, collar bones that stuck far out from your skin, so they could break at anytime and your hipbones were like knifes, that could slice a man open. You used to do and think so many stupid things, and you were just this little self-conscious girl that needed to be loved and accepted by someone. That little girl is still inside you, but you have learnt to control her and say no when she wants to play.