sry abt the blood in ur mouth. i wish it was mine.

please allow me to say just this one thing i have found many places where i do not belong but this one is always the worst please pay attention to me i’m sorry for begging, even though i haven’t said a single word it’s just that i don’t think (operative word: think) i’ll ever belong anywhere don’t pray for me, because i could care less about you and, obviously, you feel the same sorry sorry sorry wishes are only wishes, because the truth is, no one gets what they want and i must be riding for some kind of fall, although i can’t tell what it is but i feel it in my bones crumbled to dust bones, and i know it’s true

a girl has never known me the say i know every girl i see. she floats through my mind open and free, smiling before she realizes why. she stands, stern yet afraid, looking up and down as if she’s searching for something deeper underneath the outer film of this world. like she could pull back the earth’s skin and inspect the grain of mother nature’s muscles and tendons. she does not search for me. what i would give to have been born a boy.

what i would give to have been born a boy. what i would give to have been born a boy. what i would give to have been born a boy.