May 2, 2015
i let you see the redness of tears turn my green eyes greener. you read just one of my shitty poems and now you only see a hollow girl with a pen and lips pink enough for kissing. you want to slip me into your pocket, a pretty prop to decorate your bed. why can’t you understand that if you held me up to your ear you could hear the oceans roar? hands curl around the sweating plastic cup full of slow poison that will kill all of us. your fingers are perfect. how pleasant it would be to snap them off.
cardboard stand-up by l.a.g. (via crookedlove)