Today I am wearing lacy black underwear For the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them And underneath that I am absolutely naked And I’ve got skin Miles and miles of skin I’ve got skin to cover all my toughts like Saran Wrap That you can see through to what leftovers are inside from the night before And despite what you might think My skin is soft And smooth And easily scarred But that doesn’t matter, right? You don’t care about how soft my skin is You just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark But what if all they do is crack open windows? So I can see lightning through the clouds? What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb For a taste of fresher air? What if all they reach for is a notebook to scribble if not a hand to hold? But that’s not the story you want You are licking your lips and baring your teeth Just once I would like to be the direction someone else is going in I don’t need to be the water in the well I don’t need to be the well But i’d like to not be the ground anymore I’d like to not be the thing people dig their hands in
Hannah Baker, Thirteen Reasons Why (via insidemystrangemind)
