you don't seem like the kind of kid to like
thick thighs
slipped into tights
I like to blast ether into my brain
I want to rest my head on a silk pillowcase
I like to feel empty, hollow, like i'm working
I want to be graceful, beautiful
you don't seem like the kind of kid to want
an adrenaline rush
a high-hand buzz
I like to fall asleep with my makeup on, thinking of you
I want to drown in the burn of it
I like to be pretty, like a normal kid
I want to feel my heart beat like there's a hole inside of it,
I like it and I want it
YOU ARE READING
Letters For Someone, Someday
PoetryPoems and short stories/The manic ramblings of a middle schooler (except the last chapter I'm not in middle school anymore) Tws: references to suicide, death, drugs, abuse, I don't know u can handle it
