I don’t need to be drunk to be brave iamnotsmalliamnotsmalliamnotsmalliamnotsmalliamnot
i always felt crushed between my own fingertips. when you teach kids to hold gently, you teach soft animals and overripe fruit and parents’ hands. i have never taught someone else not to twist open their hearts (i’m sorry i’m sorry)
“your writing is so sad your words are so dark your eyes are always sad your hands are always shaking your thoughts are never bright�
when i wanted to die i knew your flowers would be white
some people write words that curl off the page like the cigarettes you smoke when you’re drunk me though i only write pragmatically looking to solve a problem i think i create.
if you smolder when you’re drunk you will burn when you’re sober. stop touching my leg. stop touching my arm. i don’t want your number. i don’t owe you anything. i can pick up my own tab. i can walk myself home. i don’t owe you anything. stop touching my hair.
“SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY” (taking up the armrest) (sitting on the train) (asking a question) breathingtakingupspacetalkingwonderinginterruptingstandingsorry
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DON’T BE A:
BITCH // WHORE //PRUDE // SLUT //CUNT // PRISS // GIRL
don’t be a girl.
SORRY