What is a G
It has to go with the rest of my face.
I wish I could look more like you, you gorgeous gray silhouette.
Oh jesus not again.
I don’t think I’m better than everyone. But I’m better than you since I don’t leave anonymous hate messages.
For every blossoming blood clot
on my thighs and every soft underbelly
I am reminded of why there are
some things we hide
Because secrets make up the
tender marrow of our bones
Cyborgs because emotional manipulation won’t work on them.
I think it means “Don’t leave me here alone.” —Neil Gaiman (via durianquotes)
I don’t know the term for that feeling you get after you repeat a word over and over again. The word loses its meaning, it tastes strange in your mouth, it stops making sense just for that moment.
It’s the same with you. You are losing your meaning, and the strange bitter taste leaves wet marks on my cheeks. You trailed cautiously across my fingers.
It was funny to think you ever made a mark in my mind. I realize you are afraid of who I can be rather than who I was.