A little early to make a wish
But I like to make statements at this time of night
The clarity of darkness and silence always makes it easier to put my thoughts into words
Yet right now I’m speechless
All I can think of is “another one bites the dust”
Or that I’m not sure why I cried tonight because in reality everything is about to get better
Now that I’m released from your grip
I’m not sure why I liked the pressure of your possessive character
With it I am trapped, yet without it I’m speechless
But the less I talk the more you can hear my breathing
I’m alive and I’m happy and I’m free
I work so hard to better myself and make myself beautiful because somehow society, myself or maybe some other third party taught me that being a Barbie doll has something to do with my worth. I know no one will probably ever find this but people keep asking me if I’m okay and twitter and Instagram show a happy carefree girl but at night it’s like I can’t breathe anymore and I’m not the girl who smiles in the pictures and I’m not happy and I don’t know why or what’s wrong with me and I guess I just want someone or something to know..
Love is when I have to read a book for English and you have to write a paper for anatomy.
And you come over and you wrap an arm around me, typing with your other.
I lean on your chest and read my book.
We don’t have to say a word but eventually our breathing matches rhythm.
That was the first time I knew.
And I didn’t have to say a word.