when I met you,
my nails were sharper as ever,
not because you thought they were hot,
but for the sole reason that everything I encountered in my life
manages slip out of my fingers,
//I pierced them so deep into your skin.//
when I met you,
I grew my hair out,
until it reached the small of my back,
not because you thought it was sexy,
it kept me anchored to the ground,
a reminder of my insecurities, and lack of revolution.
//life sucked the anarchy out of me.//
when I met you,
I always had red lipstick on,
not because you thought it was attractive,
but to hide the blue-ness that stains my lips.
//ice was streaming through my veins, and it seeped its way into my bones.//
when I met you,
I started wearing short dresses,
not because I wanted to leave nothing for your imagination,
but my pink skin was a proof that I'm alive.
when I met you,
I tried to fit the pieces of myself back together,
until I realised that my puzzle pieces are not compatible.
//I gave a part of me to every soul I fell in love with, and now I'm left with unrepairable pieces.//
