the sun glistens on my heart and molds it into something new - something fresh, like a flower; something rotten, like the corpse of a past me
the sun illuminates all, but i still can't understand the words you say that make my skin crawl, that make my flesh peel like the lavender paint on the walls of my bedroom
how do you have the audacity to throw around words like daggers into girls' hearts, soft and bleeding as they pump insecurities through thin veins
your words are tattooed onto our ribcages - tiny needles pricking us like toxic raindrops in the spring. we swallow our tears and pretend they're a sweet nectar when they're really a poison that kills us from the inside out. we crumble like autumn leaves.
our insides are shredded from the internal tattoos, each one bearing a word you speak:
ugly
fat
whore
flat
prude
slut
bitch
who gave you the right to say such things? who gave you the right to judge the bodies we've been given that we're working so hard to love? we hug ourselves we hug each other we cry to sleep - alone.
the constellations we see in your eyes are nothing more than an illusion. the sky is not dark to be pretty, just as we are not alive for you. we live for ourselves; our hearts beat as one.
my lungs deflate as i collapse onto the bathroom floor, staring at my naked body in the shattered mirror, cracked from self-loathing. i smell the despair through my deep breaths and wonder how many other girls are lying on the floor as well. we're united but not for you
my elastic smile is fake; i wear my elastic dress for no one other than myself
we are eternal
you are the stars in the sky, but every star burns.
we are infinite
