girls are blunt edges and soft and warm and sharp corners and hard and cold and little xxxs. some say it's easier to be friends with boys because there's less drama less hurt because him holding your quivering heart in his hands hurts less than her stabbing you in the back with her switchblade smile and her nine inch heels. she promises to be kind and she promises not to spread lies and she turns around and whispers about your weight. she blows dainty kisses which are laced with poison and she has a high, pretty voice and then she shouts and she has a hoarse, loud voice. she isn't the queen her throne is fake she makes it out of stepping on corset contorted backs until she reaches the top.
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Poetryin which a teenage girl writes about girls, goddesses and other shit. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 2016
