i want to be dysfunctional
because broken is beautiful
[or at least that is what i tell myself-
i am a girl with haunted, sorrowful
eyes and bones so brittle,
just like her heart.]
when will i learn,
not to revel in my sorrow,
and seize the day again?
[when will i learn that bro-
ken, is (harmful) and whole
is not (hurtful)?]
i can be something wonderful,
if you only give me the chance.
She learned of music and boys and how the first is usually tainted by the second. How words can be stained with darkness and shadows and just the opening chorus can rip your chest wide open and snatch your breath from it like it were solid matter. She learned of acid reflux and the way bones can hold the weight of the whole world, not on them, but inside them and how it leaves your knees buckling from something that you can't ever escape. You can't outrun it, the force of foot to ground night just shatter you into a million tiny pieces. But that seems preferable to being one singular mass that weighs more than anything you can imagine. she l
You say Twilight,
I say Harry Potter.
You say Robert Pattinson,
I say Daniel Radcliffe.
You say vampires,
I say wizards.
You say Bella,
I say Hermione.
You say Jacob Black,
I say Remus Lupin.
You say the Volturi,
I say Lord Voldemort.
You say Stephenie Meyer,
I say J.K. Rowling.
You say Renesmee, half-blood vampire,
I say Severus Snape, Half-Blood Prince.
You say Forks,
I say Hogwarts.
You call me weird,
I call you a Blast-Ended Skrewt!
You say Harry Potter sucks,
I say Avada Kedavra, bitch!
if I
could
lay myself
aside
like
clothes
before a
bath
I would
begin anew
in a fresh
skin
untrained
to any
hand but
yours
and
you could
teach
me
to
love with
the same
reckless
joy
with which
I long to
live