"I nod my head, say, Girls are so dirty
but I leave my used panties on the floor for days.
Have to fish out clumps of my hair from the shower drain,
wipe toothpaste from the faucet, clean period blood
from my sheets, leave my hair unwashed for a week,
sleep in my mascara and eyeliner. I pick at my acne
because my hands don’t know how to do anything
except destroy. The same boys stay hanging up
in my closet, snapshots of their mouths decorating
my nightstand the color of bruise. I practice saying
I love you into my palm and clench it tight
so it can’t escape. Forget it. No one asks if you’re okay.
No one wants a real answer. I make myself pretty
for boys I don’t even know how to talk to. I take them home.
Show them how to use the shower, the coffee pot.
Let them undress me in the dark. In the morning
I find wedding rings in their pockets."
@blueghostghost said: Sometimes I wish you all had little dogs so I could throw my little dog problems at you
Obscure Trivia Time: I actually had a little dog for many years! It was a schipperke, also known as “WTF is that,” “where is its tail,” and “the poster child for small dog aggression.”
(Not my photo.)
(But that one is. And me. And him. His name was Oberon.)