lionsprint

one: that boy taught me that girls who speak up are not fit for loving. that bastard taught me that girls who say no are not fit for loving; it was my voice or my heart, and i chose love. (after all, isn't that the greatest thing?) two. when the pain weighted my body to the floor, when the carpet covered me with dust and claimed my bones, my friends called me lazy. "where are your wounds?" i cupped my glued-up heart in my hands. they rolled their eyes and turned away, asked me why i'd turn myself into some craft project for a hopeless, wandering boy and night after night i cried "i don't know, i don't know, i don't know." three:

one: that boy taught me that girls who speak up are not fit for loving. that bastard taught me that girls who say no are not fit for loving; it was my voice or my heart, and i chose love. (after all, isn't that the greatest thing?) two. when the pain weighted my body to the floor, when the carpet covered me with dust and claimed my bones, my friends called me lazy. "where are your wounds?" i cupped my glued-up heart in my hands. they rolled their eyes and turned away, asked me why i'd turn myself into some craft project for a hopeless, wandering boy and night after night i cried "i don't know, i don't know, i don't know." three: