#gump
My life is like a box of chocolates
Being eaten up by different events, different illnesses, different... people
While their wrappers keep them nice and tidy and clean
My wrapper is gone, long torn away by hungry heathens
The only flavor left in the box is the flavor no one wanted
The flavor no one likes
Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 4:15 PM UTC
monsters have shoved their claws into my ambitions
you have turned my body into butter
unsalted, not the good kind
my arm reminds me of a tree carved my young men,
hungry to be remembered and to leave an ugly mark
dripping like sap
i feel like Jenny
“dear god, make me a bird, so i can fly far, far away from here”
because i am ******* sick and tired to being forced to look forward to telling my excruciating narrative,
like pulling my nails from my nail beds
and remember, it is my ******* story,
not yours,
it will never be yours
i am not your final girl
i am not even your girl
and i hate to break it to you,
but i never will be
i am the daughter of Khaleesi, and Aaliyah, and Beyoncé,
women who have walked through fire and have come out the other side, unscathed,
women who continue to take no **** form anybody
the world is a *****
but over realized,
so am i,
yet more than anything,
i have been the cattiest ***** to myself for years ,
and i’ve finally decided,
i am ******* fed up with taking my own abuse
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 1:45 AM UTC