In a world full of skinny, pretty easy girls,
I'm fat, complicated, neurotic. My face is crooked.
I bite my nails until they won't scratch your back
no matter how hard you fuck me, but I lie, anyway,
when I'm trying uselessly to turn you on,
to force you to think of me as sexy,
as though you ever could, when you're not feeling desperate,
when any port will do in a storm, even mine.
You used to tell me that I was beautiful, but I never believed you.
You used to tell me that you loved me, but you never believed you, either.
You were just waiting for a girl I hoped would never find you,
even though I knew she would, because she always did.

12/22/2015

Posted on 12/22/2015
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