(if you are the type of girl that does this, please note that i am incredibly sorry that you sincerely believe that acting like a silly child will make you more attractive in the eyes of future admirers. please stop doing this to yourself. you are beautiful without it.)
darling.
you're so beautiful.
why do you do this
to your brain?
i see you.
giggling hysterically
acting drunk
or high
or maybe both.
and nobody finds it at all charming.
except for the boys
who believe that they can use that
laughing
wide open mouth of yours
for something a little less innocent
then overexaggerated chuckling.
i watched you today
pretend to cry
for all of five minutes.
you were good,
i'll admit.
but i saw through it faster
than any professional actor could.
you know why?
because that was not acting
it was manipulation.
you try
way too hard.
to make people think that you are
stupid
airheaded
but dearest,
you aren't these things.
at least, i don't believe so.
and i don't think you believe it either.
it doesn't matter what you think, though
does it?
you will continue
until you have
put your
dopey laughter
into the heads of every boy
that you want.
and then
they will
beg you
for a piece of
your smile
a piece of you
to gnaw on
until that hunger—
that the boys you seem to attract
always have
—is finally quenched.
YOU ARE READING
poems they'll never see
Poesíai'm a pussy and these are words i didn't say because i was afraid i'd sound too smart. i also don't give a shit how this does in terms of "popularity" because this is simply another journal; just digital instead of paper and ink.
