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she doesn't even have the guts
to look me in the eyes while she ridicules herself
ridicules the girl that i fucking love and the anger steadily
rises in my throat and my fists clench and i can't fucking
listen to her lying anymore so i grab her and i pull her into me
and i hold her and kiss her hard because i just really
need her to understand and i feel her startled
teeth seize my bottom lip and gently suck and nibble with melting restraint
like she's losing her battle to keep me out.
her hackles slowly rise because i haven't let her go and
i can feel her anxious hands fidgeting at my chest before she finally desperately shoves me away because she's so wildly afraid that she'll forget what a mess she is if she allows herself to remember how much i love her and i can only just bring myself not to grab her again as she recoils from me like a hysterical wolf and frantically begins circling the bed to show off
her gauntness to show off the many many reasons i should be revolted by her body and i
can feel the tears and feel my heart breaking and the rage boiling because i can see it in her face she wants to be so damn beautiful and i can see it in they way her hair falls and in the warm shade of her eyes and in the slimness of her arms and thinness of her shoulders and in her every scar bruise and bump that she is so fucking incredibly
beautiful but she feels this need to scare me this need to show me nothing but ugliness and she just
hates herself with such frustrating devotion that she anticipates i'll grow to despise her just for how fucking difficult she makes things. its like the devil in her head needs me to drown her in criticism with every flawed, corybantic howl that she composes––to crucify her with every terrified shriek that she raises to scatter the dark bodies of persistent demons that are constellating too close to her head.
but i can't do it i can't and i don't care what she says because i love her i love this gorgeous mess with the breath of wild and wilder things trapped inside her lungs this girl who has dragonfly wings smashed and glittering in her eyelashes who claims she has blood-speckled quail feathers stuck fast in her wolf teeth and plastered at the corners of her mouth.
i am devoted to her this little thing that thinks she can rip me to pieces and
yes i've seen the way that every single light wreaks havoc in her eyes like self-inflicted forest fires and yes i've seen what she does to people sinking her smile into the throats of friends and burying her blades between family's shoulders and yes
i've seen what she does to children wildly abandoning them like a mother who woke up just wanting a better place to waste her life a higher place to watch the sun go down and i don't care
i think if she's the wolf she says she is then i'm envious of the rabbits that get to feel her sweet mouth on their necks each night
i want to drag her into my arms and tell her why i love her until she doesn't want to die until
she's finally afraid she won't get out of this alive.
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just a girl. (who doesn't know she's beautiful)
she's one of those kind of girls:
the ones that throw back
shot-glasses on Tuesday evening
wishing they were
bullets
only to wake up
with the room waltzing
and realise it's now
Friday,
but join the dance
anyway - her
lips are painted crimson
so they don't see where
the lipstick ends and
where the blood begins;
designer clothes disguise
the black and blue
bruises and so-and-so
is always claiming to
have slept with her
last week;
the billboards tell her
how she should be beautiful:
with sticking-out ribs,
hollow bones and
a body that is
photoshopped to fit in
and
she's just one of those
kind of girls,
the one on the train
or on the bus bu
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.
all the words
taste like salt
on my lips,
although all the oceans
evaporated and stopped
throwing up corpses
long ago;
now all our souls
lie bloated in the
burning sand -
the sun beating
down on our heads
like a war drummer
that got lost
along with the
cause.
(there's a feast for the crows,
but I don't think they're hungry.)
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tumblr boy.
you’re my aesthetic
with roses wrapped around
your fists and dressed
in all black from head to toe,
you’ve got wanderlust shining
in your eyes
and sad poetry dripping
from your lips,
just another punk rock loser
with steel in his veins and
fear in his heart—
your soul is pouting
but you hold every ounce
of that fuck all attitude
you can muster in
your slender shoulders
because we live in
an “eat or be eaten” kinda
world but you’d rather
just be laying on your bedroom
floor listening to the
rain make love to your window
and your favorite songs
whisper in your ear while you
silently contemplate life
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i am very difficult to love romantically.
this sucks i'll edit it more tomorrow i'm just really tired rn im really sorry
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this sucks i'll edit it more tomorrow i'm just really tired rn im really sorry
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I have a close friend from school and everyone feels this way about her and it's just such a dilemma and like ugh but you captured it perfectly <3