You probably don’t but I’m in a million little pieces
Glued together with nail polish and eyeliner
People might think I’m pretty
I’m a little less than sane
I say that’s the best part of me whether or not it’s truth
But under my skin, acne scars and all
I have Borderline.
The one that’s like fire burning underneath your fucking feet every time you speak.
The one no one wants to deal with
The one you can’t be diagnosed for until you’re eighteen.
The one I have
I want to move away.
Leave this city
Jump forward into the next one
If the Big Bounce theory happens to be right
I want to blossom like the Big Bang that never really happened
I want to make trillions or billions of little stars in this Rainbow Galaxy
I want to be there when no one else is
I want to be there when everyone else is.
I want to be there to see if maybe I’ll grow up then.
I love the color pink and the word “Lovely”
I love love
I love loving love.
But I don’t know what being in love feels like
Maybe I do
Sleep distracts me
So I don’t sometimes and I regret it in the morning
When it’s hard to coat my face in icing
When my eyes are puffy and dark.
When all I wanted to do was stay in reality