So I was at my friends house and she opens her freezer and This WAS THERE. AND I WAS DYING AND SHE LOOKS AT ME AND GOES “ah yes, this is Henry, the freezer skull” and I can’t…
ay yo got any freezy pops in dis bitch
*goes to a party and awkwardly follows friend around the entire time**goes to a family reunion and awkwardly follows mom around the entire time*
*goes to hell and awkwardly follows satan the entire time*
Well that escalated quickly.
your heart is too soft, and she is setting herself on fire. she calls you her treehouse. the way you feel about her is too small for the building of your body.
your bruised arms are not the branches she perceives. you
are not forest, you are quiet weak.
ivy nerve endings, cities where other people have laid you bare.
you are kept up at night by your father’s foghorn voice and you
are not loud singing, you are blades of grass meeting a ribcage. you shush. you are afraid of long nights, you are
afraid of car doors slamming,
you are afraid that if she looks at your wrapping
she will see that the gift
she is good wine, fireworks, she is picnic blanket and
watermelon, she is a robin and you are flat plains
and too boring for someone who seems so
good at living
she tells you she will come apart like a grenade:
with no warning,
you promise her you’ll stay.
how do you explain that it isn’t a difficult choice?
for so long you’ve been silent
and she is your voice.
- outfit game: on point
- mental health game: ?????
Find me down the street,
not needing a drink to tell
you exactly what I’m feeling.
Find me pressing my mouth
against another mouth
without asking and then
without apologizing. If you’re
looking for me, look for the
girl who started taking the
things she wants because
she finally realized her
happiness is her own