04 02

i once knew a girl who hated herself as much as i loved her. she was the girl who never trusted her body, who grabbed at flesh- twisted and turned in the mirror to find imperfections that were never really there, made stretch marks into valleys, much like the ones she would carve into her legs, shaped in letters reading fat ugly stupid slut useless and no matter how many kisses i gave her, i could never rid her of those scars. i lost her, to both those words and to others, but she still lingers on my lips. sometimes, when i inhale, i can still taste the imperfections i never believed in. they burn.