more-than-just-words

I am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backs And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck Wasting days wondering why grass is green And how it can be greener for others and not I Then I realized its all artificial food colouring And polystyrene picket fences Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour But l

We weren't ready. This world is too harsh, abrasive, and unforgiving. We weren't ready to be thrown out to it, just to have all of its ugliness shoved on our faces. Once upon a time, we were one; we shared the pain and we shared the gain. We had been taught to be kind and polite, to accept others, to forgive, to respect, to help. Meanwhile, we never realized that we had been too closed off. We weren't aware that all of these were weaknesses, if not used correctly, because others could would take advantage of us. Maybe we were just too innocent shielded from the real world... In these last 13 years, I lost most of us. Few by few, we all disap