— song of the day: boys will be boys / benny ✨
baby blue walls and gay barbie dolls
textured skins and design tongues
throat full, lungs full of flowers
and roses and larksurs and dandelions
and peppermint-fresh kisses,
all covered in moss and thorns
you're too loud, watch your tone
you know your time is running thin with me
look at my aged eyes, you can practically see where i've come from
you're killing me with your insults that fill my head to the brim
if only i can silence the overlay of words being marked on my skin
your opinions that you state as facts are only making your time run out faster
shut up
no one needs this hurt
do you know how many times you've made me cry?
do you get joy out of it?
i'm starting to think so
white walls, covered with stickers and art
overcrowding furniture
too close, but liveable
messy bed, messy floor
messy thoughts
this is my room that my body is confined to
there is nothing foreign about me
but there are foreign thoughts
should i stay home and do nothing?
or should i watch my arms open up and drip and stain the carpet in which i walk on?
why do i feel this way?
i do not aspire to be skinnier
the world has enough space for me
it would not make me any happier
people are still depressed after they shed hundreds of pounds
a chemical imbalance stays a chemical imbalance
light lavender walls and peach fuzz hair
dark lipstick, dark eyes, dark thought
modern french music plays lazily in the background, lulling me back to sleep
eyebags, dainty lingerie, blonde hair
that's how i imagine us
we both have work tomorrow, but we're fun
and we're stained from our past, but that's why the lipstick is so dark
because maybe it'll start covering the scars it left on our brains
