get up, girl, the world won't revolve around you until you make it, the stars won't shine until you climb up and reach with all your might, you think shit just works like that for you? no one else got you like you do, your skin's not hard like armour but soft like pillows, you're not tough shit, dude, you need a caution: slippery floor sign, 'cause you're so damn slippery, your heart is, to the point that it breaks so quickly and it falls for anyone, so at the end, who ends up hurt? (you)
NOTE TO SELF
CITEȘTI
I, Girl
Poeziei am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.
