— your body reads like a shakespearean play.
your torso thrums of impending doom and your face is that of classic beauty, the type juliets will die for
— your body reads like a shakespearean play.
they will sing declarations of love and honour thy name for years to come, my love, for your name was in the stars before you were even born. you're the type scholars will kill themselves studying over and over again, a broken record player never losing its tune and nostalgia
— your body reads like a shakespearean play.
your laugh rivals the most heavenly harmonious choir and you make my soul sing with the utmost delight. you're a tragedy waiting to happen but know this: i'm willing to suffer for you
YOU ARE READING
I, Girl
Poetryi am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.
