i think about you all
the time
i think about how i never want you to touch me
and how you drop an opinion if it offends someone else
i think about your bony frame not fitting mine
your skeleton heart not pulsating quicker when you see me
and how you prefer my hair straight, anyway
i think about you arms around me and them
feeling like doors, locking me in
i was double surrounded, my walls and your doors
and i fooled myself into feeling good about it
i think about your empty eye that glittered only
when we argued and your plaid shirt and cardigan that
i thought i liked then,
i think about the words we exchanged
and the promises you made. you said i was your
treasure chest, you're secret number one
i punch myself in the heart throat lungs
for ever thinking that was good and ever thinking
that you were good enough for me.
i am a golden princess who is trying and you are a weak hearted
ghost
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rec0ver · 1 decade ago
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sara jesus
jesu
s
i am a golden princess who is trying and you are weak hearted ghost
baby your words. damn. hot damn.
they are beautiful and painful