Like a child at a chalkboard,
I have etched into my spine
All the reasons
I shouldn’t need you.

I have hastily widdled away,
Day by day,
Confident in the beliefs
That this is my remedy.

These words will fix me.
Bring me logic.
Make me right.
See reason.

See all the reasons I shouldn’t need you.

I keep carving,
Using the same tools
I know have cut you.
Delicate and irreversible.

My vertebrae has warped
From the pressure,
Curled and vulnerable
As a lifeless spider.

But I will bleed this
New manifesto,
Until I bear true empathy.

audreydegrey

nikolaecuza:

danosaurs-and-philions:

im a bad person who thinks bad thoughts like ‘ew what is that girl wearing’ and then remember that im supposed to be positive about all things and then think ‘no she can wear what she wants, fuck what other people say damn girl u look fabulous’ and im just a teeny bit hypocritical tbh

I was always taught by my mother, That the first thought that goes through your mind is what you have been conditioned to think. What you think next defines who you are.