Lizzy_Rights

Dearest people whom I don't know, this is how I feel,
So...
Thanks?


I want it all to disappear,
Like Huddini sliding into a little box and fading away,
To finally slide that blade across my throat,
And end it all.

When girls are told that they exist to please men and nothing more, 
And they believe it,
A little piece of the sky falls away.
With every star that shoots down from the sky,

It was by chance we met,
In that field of green grass,
With the gale from the oncoming storm,
Like your eyes,
Was my first thought,
Your eyes like clouds and rain and wind,
My eyes like gold in that blazing sun,

As the vibrant watercolor stained sky performed its dance with the clouds,
The sun slowly dipped into the sea,
Casting golds and pinks across the cool waves,
Gull's songs drifted through the salt-filled evening breeze,

The first most beautiful thing is,
Laughter,
From the people I love,
It's bubbling joy coating every surface,
Like honey,
Gooey and sweet,
Like my dad's eyes,
Bright and crinkled at the edges from years of smiles.

Why,
When girls straps are showing,
Do we get dress coded?
Why,
When boys do something messy,
They're told that,
"Boys will be boys"?
Why,
Am I told over and over to,
"Stop complaining,
He probably just likes you"?