being a girl is really fucking expensive
hahahahhhAHAHAHAHhahahahahhahahah WHO IS PAYING FOR YOUR DATES
hahahahhhAHAHAHAHhahahahahhahahah WHO IS PAYING FOR OUR TAMPONS, PADS, ULTRA SOUNDS, PAP SMEARS, OB/GYN VISITS, BRAS, CLOTHES, MAKE UP, HAIR PRODUCTS TO GO ON DATES WITH FUCKERS LIKE YOU?
Don’t forget yeast infection medication, birth control, nail polish, nail polish remover and pain meds for cramps
Your eyes, your eyes are two moons, orbiting a planet in distant outerspace.
Your skin, your skin is soft water colour pallet, drying silky, smoothly, there is serendipity deep down inside your soul.
The way you touch me, your fingers, they light my skin like a match, engulfing my flesh in flames.
I feel like a volcano, ready to erupt and overflow into the village below, destroying everything in my path, burning every bridge,
and all I can think of is your lips, goose down feathery soft, and that I want them to kiss me, and I could never want anything else ever again.
i sell metaphors like
my skin in the streets;
so when men call my
name, i can give them
30 different ways to
serenade their satin sheets.
The words ‘I love you’ don’t sound like enough when pronounced anymore, so from now on I’m going to ask you to ‘stay’.
Stay in my arms.
Stay by my side.
Stay in this room.
Stay just for tonight.
Stay just for this week.
Stay just for this life of mine.
they say my name means,
"brave" but it would be more accurate
to say it means, “soul-sore”
or “heartache” or a word that means,
a girl to whom the worst always seems
to befall; an unlucky lioness.
the fierceness is watercolor storms
on ocean eyes
spill the graywater;
erase me entirely.
“I’m not saying that at some point love isn’t staying up until 2am phone calls or stealing kisses when you least expect it, or instantly falling for each other’s favorite songs because it is, or at least that’s what the lead up to it feels like, but real love, is so much more. It’s going out at…
You might be sitting with him at the kitchen table drinking coffee from mismatched mugs and saying nothing because sometimes saying nothing is the best thing to say. He’s miles away, and you’re thinking you should take a shower or fix your hair or at least brush your teeth because you feel dirty and self-conscious. You wish the sun weren’t so bright on your face and you wish there was something other than corn flakes for breakfast so your stomach won’t start making hideous noises. You’re about to open your mouth and say something to break the silence, but he speaks first. He tilts his head slightly and says:
“You make me really happy.”
And you will agree he does, too.