Pretty Girls, Me, and the Heretic I Call My Lover
As easily as a pretty girl can go for a jog
I can go for the fridge
And as easily as a skinny girl can slip into a pair of knee high socks
I can slip into depression
And as easily as I can stay up until two am
Stressing about my body and my personality
You can tell me I am imperfect
But you don't
because for some reason you want me to smile
you want to take the darkest parts of me
and fill them with shitty music and memes
You want to hold my hand
not fuck me
you want to call me at one am
to tell me that I need sleep
you want to fall in love with me
and as easily
as I could push you away
hole myself up into my room and listen
to Teenage Suicide and dandelion hands
you can tell me
you love me
What have you done to me?