her back is as straight as a ruler, her hands are folded in her lap, her feet are flat on the floor, her knees just touching, but her head lolls to the side, her neck does nothing to hold it up, her eyes roll back into her head, her lips are curled into a cold smirk, her sexuality is as straight as a rollercoaster, her heart is twisted up, tendons entangled, veins all knotted, her brain is upside down, and her ribs poke out of her chest, she is well behaved, a proper lady, she cuts her food up into little pieces, she marries boys and doesn't have sex until her wedding night, but she is also the family disappointment, she is a girl who lives off of drugs and alcohol and girls' kisses, she shoves hearts in her mouth whole, and she has sex whenever she pleases, whenever someone will do it with her, she is two people, she is never alone, for she has the other her to keep her company but she is always lonely, because that's all she has, and the other her won't talk, so she is not alone but she is lonely.
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Poetryin which a teenage girl writes about girls, goddesses and other shit. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 2016
