26.04.2025

tell me, if I ever offered you the truth

would you take it? Would you open

your hands and heart and let in

the realisation that things were never

as simple as you'd hoped, and I never

the girl you thought to know, barely

a girl at all; mostly made of guilt and a bad

mimicry of standards I do not believe in?

this body was not made to be soft, it was

forged by will and anxiety into the thing

you see now, lovable perhaps, but could you

handle the truth that is simply that

the inside does not match what you think

the outside means, and could you ever

understand what I mean when I ask you to

please never call me a good girl