I wanna submit to online lit things again but no one likes my poems cept teen girls on tumblr but thats a good demographic okay well maybe
It’s so cool going into a girls room and they have so much make up and bottles filled with things and tiny small things everywhere. And you can lay on her bed and just look at everything for so long. Or you can close your eyes and listen to her talk while she’s getting ready. You don’t understand any of it and why it takes so long but you are so happy and have probably never felt this warm before
What’s so great abt tellin people you dont wanna go out and that yr a “homebody” like thats just what ppl do we like to sit in bed and think bout stuf
There are only boys who wont touch me and thats strange because my grammar isnt right and my ass is tight like sick like bitchin. Im not bold font boisterous. Arent boys supposed to like sliver in yr finger girls or somethin. Im meek and can make myself small i know the secret magic of it. Stand in the light of blinds half closed and eyes half open just wait til the sun sucks the tears out of you. If i keep my hands in my pockets they wont noticed my fumblin for keys rhetoric. No i fake that, i put my nervous system in the back of the freezer, it only thaws on the worst days. I have words, they just hide under my tongue like new pennies. I have teeth, but the dentures dont stick right and anyway theyre yellowing. Boys just want something and i can balance all of it on my knees if i have to. Im not saying they just want sex or doe eyes, they just get confused all the time. They know they want me clumsy and sad. All their fuming is just steam from their engines trying to force new routes and historical sympathy. If im whispering through dust its just my curse and their day job on casual friday.