day-old whiskey soaking in the pavement,
gravel on your chin from falling too hard,
lips grass-stained and lonely,
scared of bite marks, scared of teeth.
boys know where you're tender, baby, but girls know where to kiss you so it doesn't hurt.
some days we are far more drunk than we have ever been sad,
throwing up rainbows in the bathroom sink.
sometimes we are not the accelerant but the fire; the world needs someone to do wrong.
I do not want to be a girl, at least not anymore,
leaking golden sequins from out my wounds because even as I am dying,
I must be beautiful.
soiled sheets from one night stands
and wine-dipped cheeks;
where were you when we bathed ourselves in suicide?
where were you when we wanted to die?
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transparent people
Poetrymidnight thoughts from a girl who doesn't like following rules.
