I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
if you make anyone feel bad about their body
If you make a girl feel bad about her body u a bitch
u a bitch
don’t fucking fold up the poems i write you
into your breast pocket and say,
‘they’re close to my heart.’
rip them to shreds and sprinkle them over your cereal.
digest them. digest me.
if my words are meant to worm their way into your heart,
let them start in your stomach, and work their way into your bloodstream,
because a man’s stomach is the quickest way to his heart, right?