AmericanGirl88

Make her skin of tissue paper Easy to puncture and tear to shreds Form her brain from what-ifs and worries That will keep her up at night Pour into her veins not blood, but ink So when she bleeds, words will take shape Mold her bones from brittle wood So when they crack she will scream Create her organs from fluff and stuff Only there to take up space Blow her eyes from dirty stained glass Misshapen, uneven, and unsightly Fathom her stomach from a black hole So that her flesh protrudes grotesquely Stick onto her fingertips, not nails, but filth So that everything she touches is ruined

For a second, I don't recognize him He's grown his hair out a bit and I can't see his eyes, hidden behind reflective sunglasses The first thing I notice is his arm, covered in scratches, scars and butterflies "That's the rule." I say "You draw a butterfly on your scar and name it after someone you love. If you cut again, you kill the butterfly." He smiles "They wash off quickly, though." I shake my head "You can't wash them off. You have to let them fade on their own." He cocks his head to the side "So what happens after the butterfly fades away?" I smile "You draw on another one, of course."

I'm watching the sky and ever day I feel a little closer to floating off My hearts beating faster than humming bird wings one-two one-two We were meant to be twins, but something went wrong and now I'm moving both our mouths You can feel how off I am Out of body and flying farther Than you can reach, my brother and my soulmate and my own worst enemy - what are you? Your hand on my neck as you lean in to kiss me I poke out my lips and you-know-what-I-mean; I mean go-fuck-yourself. You were meant to look after me, did you ever think that what you did would protect me? You broke my bones so I would understand boys and broke