"please be not plastic."
he was looking into my eyes
i thought when the fuck did old english become relevant
i thought maybe he has a point
i thought about my pride
and what the fuck else should i do i asked him.
he stroked his hand down my cheek
around my ear
along my hair
i don't think i screamed
-I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!
-YOU'RE STRONGER THAN THAT.
a statement, not an exclamation, you know?
and my eyes filled with water like in a motion picture
and now i was the one begging.
knees buckled under pressure
pencils dropped in favor of pens
kisses blocked by the art form that is lipstick
my world is plastic because i grew up
and there ain't nothin' that can be done about it.