And sometimes i wonder, because why not, and because all girls do.
Why I didn't get that tall frame, cheeks of porcelain and eyes with nothing
That shows nothing but veins.
If they see me and wrap my soul in honey, begging to take away my heart, what i see would never be what they do,
they will know anything but the truth.
Sometimes i wonder, what if i shake hands without twisting my fingers behind eachother,
still thinking of the salvation to soothe
The battling feeling inside telling me stress is only for fighters,
it's okay to bite away my youth.
But i wonder because why not? All girls do, the feathers on my head are turning into thorns,
oh how much I want to cut away that pain, it's been two years and i still consider it the beautiful part.
but my hair is never as smooth.
I want lean and flexible, a hair that's blown in the roof.
I want a smile without my palm as a curtain, if you tell me it looks like a sunshine, go ahead and show me the truth.
What i see would never be what they do, let me wonder in my mediocre daydreams. The loss won't be a number.
it will only be my youth.
YOU ARE READING
CHAOTIC.
Poetry2# SLAM January 9th 2019 And you know you're creating art When your heart is slowly falling apart.
