all the things i needed i screamed for
the mirror isn't a safe place anymore
my voice has grown deeper
more womanly than the girl i am
and it doesn't make much sense to the man's eye
that i would scream until my lungs felt sore
because i didn't deserve it
and i needed much more
and that's not selfish, or me-absorbed
i'd scream for you and i'd scream for them to stay
i've matured into a different shape
he kind of shape that can change at any heartbeat away
YOU ARE READING
lusting for more kinda whore
Şiirthey almost had got me. a thirteen part hell-deep.
