I Didn't Know There Was Something Really

It's As If He Can No Longer Acknowledge The Love He Felt Or The Pain I Am In. I Have Been Dismissed. I Don't Think I Was Smarter Or As Beautiful As The Other Girls He Did This To. It's Just That I Was Me. It Was All I Had.

I Do Think Everything That Happens In American Pop Culture Sort Of Prescribes For England And Does End Up Happening There Six Months Later, Maybe A Year.

My Thoughts Are Messy, My Emotions Are Messy, My Body Goes In And Out At Will. The Raised White Scars On My Arms And Legs Are The Only Aspect Of My Being That Comes Close To Minimalism. They Came From Chaos, But It Is Hard To Carve Frustration And Unease Into The Flesh. Only Straight Lines.

You Can Have This Kind Of Love. You Can Have It. You Just Grab It. Of Course The Problem With Having That Love Is That You Can Lose It, Too.

There's So Much Guilt There Attached To Having A Perfectly Good Life.