13.02.22
00:15
girls (1) swallow coffee hot and sit in ice baths soaking ears start with all their mothers collected heartaches. it starts with the man who told them that he didn't love them back and (2) they've never let themselves forget it. he came to see their mother and they wish he hadn't because sharing that with him makes their blood boil. i can recite bible verses but (3) i haven't spoken to god about forgiveness in years. love isn't something to be poured into a measuring cup but she chooses him some nights over me and all (4) i can do is stare at ceilings while repeating the traits that make me the most unlovable. my body is begging to be talked nicely to but it has been so long that (5) i wouldn't know what to say. (6) i'm starting to look like the people who left me but (7) i never learned the shape of my face without etching hurt into it.
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words don't come that easy.
PoésieI've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first wav...
