i have laid myself bare

whatever you needed, i gave to you

i threw myself in the dirt and let you tread on me

i have hung from trees until my knuckles were cracked and raw and my fingers slid down the bark

i covered myself in snow until i couldn’t feel the fabric of my skin anymore and the lines between body and air blurred

i am bruised, dirty and broken

i would take my own bones out if you said you needed some foundation

i have wrapped thread around my heart so it would stop the bleeding but i am leaking and spilling and it still isn’t infecting you

why isn’t it getting on you

I have let the wolves take me and you are watching them run away, the shoulder of my shirt hanging from their teeth

i would stitch your shirt back together if i found it in their damp caves yet you feed them mine

i am left dissolving, evaporating when I should be incandescent, reverberating, throbbing and strong

and still, i would bleed until i was empty if you needed life

i would run through deserts in scathing sandstorms

please what can i do

please leave me be

i have given you everything i have and i am almost

gone

crown-queen-bambee:

fresh-princess-of-gallifrey:

aviolafyre:

“Makeup is false advertising!”

Oh that’s funny.
Because I’m not a product.
And I’m not trying to sell myself to you.

you can hear the mic drop

All of this