i'll be girl and you be boy.

i'm starting to fit in my own skin. it is still a bit tight around the bust, but i'll grow into it. just keep grazing my threads because, babe, you're making this life a lot easier.

it's just the way you smile without me having to tell you to. your chapped lips crack as you spread them too far with the words you speak. 'i love you.' split. 'stay.' crack. 'you make me happy.' blood slides to the concrete floor. but i know you mean these words. because my lungs squeel like a little girl and my cavity throbs.

it's just the way you compliment my every move. my ugly sweater and soda-stained front teeth. how could i possibly be ugly in your eyes? i tease my body with thoughts of purging and cigarette smoke, only to have you walk in the room and curse me for falling in love with such a deadly desire. 'i'm sorry.'

it's just the way you make me want to live. strive. speak my story. i want to stand in front of the crowd and tell of my social anxiety, my hate of my father, and the love of my life who made none of that matter anymore.

you are all that matters to me.