girl-she's gorgeous and knowing. rings on her fingers, nails always painted. she wears long dresses and silk camisoles. god, she knows things. she's got that kinda look in her eye-
no please don't take her away
she's waiting for me I know it!
I'll be her I know it?
I keep her in my locket, all safe in my silver
and a glass jar to let her breathe, and then when (I know I'm ready)
I'll put my feet in her shoes and try on her earrings
feel my palms fade into hers
and so I will
this is the girl I am becoming
and this is the girl I will be
but bittersweet isn't it?
that the moment I feel myself changing
into to the girl I truly admire
I am turning into a woman
no matter how hard I try.
so now you and me, we're just a big blur of girl, a mess of perfection and horror. let's keep going, keep going. I told them I'd be ready
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jolie memphis
PoetrySuzanne led me over to the gap, that pale opaque liquid seeping into my skin-honey, I realised. she leaned in close, voice warm and soft, the scent of aniseed on her breath. you can be anyone you want, she whispered. I closed my eyes. who are yo...
