i have a body like a door ajar. a body like an open hand. it is far too easy to hold me. you smile and make me want to take a bite of your adams apple while i feel sick to my stomach.
find me a boy with a heart more hopeful than spun sugar on a summer day
i will teach him to render me meaningless.
the whole time, always hoping, wishing he'd crack me open rib by rib, to see how i work. how i love. how i bleed.