my heart becomes worthy

This is the death of the nice girl, the disillusionment that we ever needed to be one. They expected us to crawl to them, with palms up and legs open with perfect pretty painted faces and oh so sweet smiles, what a show to behold, what a horror to live. But I clench a knife between my teeth now, grinning ugly and bloody. And I'm never nice.

i'll love u when ur gone ©2017, ina

I kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)

queer poems about beautiful cold things like you and the moon

volcano brain

breathe with one another

win a fist fight with the sky and she'll tell you all her secrets

there's bravery in being soft