bumblebea

Why not?

It's not you until it is. 

It's not you until you decide to text back. 

Till you say yes when you mean no. 

Till it's passed midnight. 

Till all of your friends have left. 

Why does one love?
Why doesn’t one “love”?

I am a child

and yet I am always seething with rage

I am a child

And yet I look at what I'm eating and wonder if I'm slowly poisoning myself

I am a child

her hands are chapped and raw from anxiously 

peeling away her skin

so she goes through every fidget she can find

and wears them down until they break.

her lips and nose are red and cracked

Lilly is a weird human being

In a world filled with fake smiles and greetings 

Her genuine smile seems out of place