Pro tip: If ever a boy says, “Does feminism mean I’m allowed to hit girls?” remind him by punching him in the throat why he should not try to hit girls.
I’m more concerned with loving myself than I am adhering to arbitrary standards of beauty.
I don’t even like poetry anymore,
There aren’t words raw enough to sooth the Indian burns left on my arms, there isn’t any sentiment here that hasn’t already been fucking said,
I can’t read anymore, any sad sack who ever wrote a book about a broken heart I read in your fucking voice, hundreds of thousands of letters and text messages from you to me,
I don’t have Bukowski anymore, and I don’t have Plath, I don’t have any fire left, I don’t have The Clash, Ska,
All I have is your voice,
Your lingering presence, both physical and metaphorical,
And this malignant exhaustion,
Which won’t fade, not even with sleep,
I don’t even fucking like poetry anymore.
You are a terrible person who puts on a sweet facade but are an utter bitch@Anonymous