but i was never
quite the same—
a fragile, watery imitation
of what once was.
Her çiçeğin bir mevsimi, her kitabın bir zamanı vardır. Haziranın tadını yeni hikâyelerle çıkarın.
*she/mom
i
took
a knife
& cut off
all my long,
pretty hair,
taking away
the only thing
he
ever
loved
about
me.
faerie in puma
since
i couldn’t
have
my wings,
i wore
the
fake ones
dipped
in
gold
glitter.
- a wannabe faerie in converse.
i’m sorry
i wasn’t
the daughter
you had
in mind.
- i only ever wanted to make you proud.
i dropped sixty pounds
in a few short months
& i had to wear long sleeves
to cover up the
“cat scratches.”
- everybody told me how good i looked, though.