and so it is.

everything i wanted to say - and didnt.

scar tissue. 

Jul 27th at 3AM / 2 notes

you see my mistakes when youre laying next to me. think of suffering. yours. i’m pushing my fingers into the corners of my eyes, where my tear ducts meet the bridge of my nose.

to be seen as i am. to be taken for what i am. perhaps; to be taken even for all of those pesky things, that i am not. to be seen; a request that extends so far beyond my grasp. so i have been lead to assume. i have always nursed the phrase “what nourishes us, destroys us.” which in this instance, i can pinpoint as accurate. when you sat there watching my chest collapse, watching me squirm, i catch a glimpse of the tattoo i have under my watch, and only then do i remember why i got it. i remind myself what its covering.

to be loved, for my constant bare feet. my birds nest of hair. my vocabulary. my love of film and all things sarcastic. to be loved as i am.

i’m so fucking tired of feeling ugly and mislead in this world.

this is me. and all me. and if its not enough, then you were never going to be worth my time anyways. somethings gotta give. maybe youll magically think im beautiful and notice me.

not holding my breath!


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