“That’s what you like in a girl:
cute and sad,
with enough disorders that you could
count them to fall asleep.
The kind you can show off at parties as the latest broken thing you fixed. Where will you hang your
awards for loving someone
who can’t walk in a straight line without being supported?
Is there room next to your
collection of glasses you shattered by holding them too tightly?
The blood on your hands
does not make you a martyr.
Do not curse when your hammers
do nothing but scar her.
Do not use your words
to remind her that everybody else would have left by now.
If she could speak, she would tell you: you think it’s beautiful to love somebody as light as me
but you don’t know how heavy I had to be to become this empty.”
— Lora Mathis, Your Type of Woman
cute and sad,
with enough disorders that you could
count them to fall asleep.
The kind you can show off at parties as the latest broken thing you fixed. Where will you hang your
awards for loving someone
who can’t walk in a straight line without being supported?
Is there room next to your
collection of glasses you shattered by holding them too tightly?
The blood on your hands
does not make you a martyr.
Do not curse when your hammers
do nothing but scar her.
Do not use your words
to remind her that everybody else would have left by now.
If she could speak, she would tell you: you think it’s beautiful to love somebody as light as me
but you don’t know how heavy I had to be to become this empty.”
— Lora Mathis, Your Type of Woman
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