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feeling eleven percent half the time for the past six days. doing the math doing the time doing the necessary because the majority can't tell anyways. i've been changing moods as frequently as this weather.
these bones fit me wrong because all i want to feel is that moment under the weeping willow when it just started raining under my skin, forming it's own pathways and arteries. i was hugging the boy and we were going to have a picnic and i didn't care that the clouds crashed our party.
i've been obsessing over the idea of the body becoming infinite, the edges of our skin fusing with air and sending arrows from me to you. every time i look in the mirror all i see is my cheeks and stomach cheeks and stomach cheeks and stomach and how can you like these parts best? they've always been my landmines. my body is an anchor i'm swimming through the floor. my bones are made of lead and there's a pull behind my eyes.
i want to peel off my defense mechanisms and paint them on a canvas for you.
feeling eleven percent half the time for the past six days. doing the math doing the time doing the necessary because the majority can't tell anyways. i've been changing moods as frequently as this weather.
these bones fit me wrong because all i want to feel is that moment under the weeping willow when it just started raining under my skin, forming it's own pathways and arteries. i was hugging the boy and we were going to have a picnic and i didn't care that the clouds crashed our party.
i've been obsessing over the idea of the body becoming infinite, the edges of our skin fusing with air and sending arrows from me to you. every time i look in the mirror all i see is my cheeks and stomach cheeks and stomach cheeks and stomach and how can you like these parts best? they've always been my landmines. my body is an anchor i'm swimming through the floor. my bones are made of lead and there's a pull behind my eyes.
i want to peel off my defense mechanisms and paint them on a canvas for you.