Your beauty may birth from shaved legs red clown lips, gaudy eyeshadow flimsy black crumbles beneath your eyelid You are ****-sun-kissed; I am opaque. Blotches of color Lighten my smile
My head being blown up Just like my phone I can’t take the pressure What did I get myself into I feel like I’m going crazy With an urge to yank my hair And slam my head Against a wall until it bleeds Scream to let the pressure out And sob to release the weight
We bonded over our broken souls But she’s not broken anymore With different roots On a different tree She doesn’t understand The pressure on me She thinks it’s fine Like she can fix me But it sure as hell Ain’t that easy