Poems from bluebrymilk
I am just a girl,
Working as hard as she can.
Just that wacky girl,
In a frying pan.
In my little world,
All is very hot.
Because in a frying pan,
Cold is something we're not.
I don't have a healthy relationship with food.
I know I don't.
Sometimes I don't eat.
Sometimes I eat too much.
But either way,
I hate...
Please,
Won't you smile?
I long to see you face bright and happy
Lit up, not stormy, your eyes flashing lightning.
Please
Won't you talk?...
Nervousness comes.
He comes
with a jitter in his knee.
Chewing on his lips, his nails.
He is never sure
of what he says,
frightened of...
Can you think
A word just for me?
Can you think
Of my favorite time?
Can you think
What I wish for the most?
Can you think
Who I want with...
Slut.
Faggot.
Stupid.
Fat.
Ugly.
Why.
Why must we use cruel words
Words whose effect we can’t understand
We throw out a word
Hurl it at...