strips of missing
She is a sort of pretty
Girl that acts tough with plastic
Nails. Blonde hair. Fake tits.
Black lined eyes. Frosted lips
Pout. Toward you while another
Worries about knowing. Too much
About how making cuts to suit
Won’t make you. Want me
To push. Struggling since
I will never be good. Enough
Backlash from pictures and phone
Calls. Speaking to you
When I am near. I say to myself
I could be rugged. Like her
On the outside. I might. I mean
I have this history. Suppressing
Ways I have been slaughtered.
Navy purple bruises beneath
My dress. Shallow coverings
Perhaps. I should cake makeup
On my face. Inject myself with
Silicone. Say fuck more.
And you could decide.
And we could be happy.
Or paint me with her shadow.
Until. I fade away.
don’t change for anyone or anything.. stay the way u r
if he don’t like how u r tell him to fUCK himself while he is fucking off!!!
END of CONVERSATION….!!!
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