Things are getting bad again
Words start to feel like stones
And hugs like suffocation
While hazy moments of laughter
Cover the emptiness of my chest.
You’re not full, argues my stomach
You’re broken, says my heart
Every line that has been spoken to me
Telling me how to define myself
Comes back into my mind
Like a fog that deepens in the night.
Just keep your opinions to yourself sometimes
You’re actually smart?
No boy will want to listen to all that.
Crazy feminist bitch.
If you just worked on your stomach a little…
Try being less sensitive.
Get over yourself, it’s not all about you
Calm down, you’re being wild
You’ve been dating for 8 months, don’t you think you owe it to him?
I don’t like the way your words affect me
But I wish you tasted them too