i am a force of nature, the girl who never calls back.
i attract the bruised and the burned, they think that
i will kiss away their pain, but i have a razor sharp
tongue and nails like a hawk, but my words are so
much sharper. i will break your heart with a simple
phrase, something like “i don’t feel the same way”
or maybe “hey, look, we’re just friends, i thought
you knew that”
i am too lonely and too drunk to write beautiful
words, so instead i write the ugly, painful truth.
i am not a loveable person, i am a toxicity that
has no antidote, with a superiority complex. for
i am your average narcissist, with a taste for
something new, something that makes me feel
like i have risen above the rest of humanity
i am a lonely girl who drowns her sorrows in
booze, and blows them a way with a bong hit
i am a creature of the night, painfully beautiful
and horribly in love. i imagine that i am on my
first loves doorstep, but even in my wildest
dreams, he won’t let me inside.