| i'm not beautiful. i'm just this. |


i'm out of oxygen.so i guess it's a good time to tell you how i am really feeling if you would ever listen. i've tried again and again to make you listen and i'm starting to give up. i know i shouldn't care so much, that if you won't listen now you never will, but i'm being drawn in by the sexually magnetic forces of your eyes that look like they were dipped in chocolate and your little nose that leaves me wondering where my bones have gone. i'm wobbling on two legs and landing on four, and i'm shaking and shaking, suffocating in the tight wrap of thick skin. i was never any good at math, but i know i'm minus a body organ and divided in half.i'm out of oxygen.
so i


under our paper skin"you'll laugh at me a lot and a lot."under our paper skin
"no, i won't."
"you'll laugh at me."
"no, i won't."
"you'll just laugh."
"no, i really won't."
"well, i see her every day and every night. she's got notebook-paper eyes where you can read between the lines and find out the name of everyone who's ever hurt her. they're a blue, a deep, shameless blue, like yours. she's got nothing on her back but broken skin particles and nothing on her cheeks but black tears. she cries saltwater and inhales loneliness. she sleeps with herself every night and no one else. her skin isn't perfect. h


pour our love into beakersscene 1: science class you're the one that taught me how certain chemicals just make something wonderful, like how testosterone and estrogen make love. you weren't just my lab partner, you were blowing readytobeused apologies out of the atmosphere. that's when i realized that the idea of you loving me really is out of this world.pour our love into beakers
scene 2: lunchroom you're hot peas sliding off my plate and chocolate milk slipping down throats gasping for breath in oceans of pretty words. i see you fill your mouth too full like you always have. you have too much on your plate, but i can't ask you to take anything off because i know what


secrets in your pockets-collabhey, you, you're that one with the secrets in your pockets and the penny-copper eyes that i try to avoid. in homeroom, i asked for a show of hands for who else thought you were beautiful [it was unanimous]. and you say you don't know? you say you don't understand? just let me tell you what goes on in my head:secrets in your pockets-collab
the crack between my lips is painted with vanilla cherry but is chipped to pieces and needs yours pressed against them to come back to life. my inbox is lonely and missing your texts. my eardrum misses your voice, my eyes miss your face breathing oh so close to mine in ijusthadthekissofmylife gasps. and i'm just tired of mis
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my gallery
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Take these broken wings and learn to fly...
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my gallery
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Take these broken wings and learn to fly...
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my gallery
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Take these broken wings and learn to fly...
keep up the lovely work
and you completely deserved that dd, btw.
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Take these broken wings and learn to fly...
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