my body was my own creation until you came along and tore down the curtain to show me the piece of trash I truly resemble

I always thought I was one in a million compared to those girls on the streets but I see through your eyes now and I really am just as easy

I’ll never know how you managed to see the real me but I’ll thank you because now I have no doubt I’ll burn in hell where I belong

—  forever in your debt (m.t.h.)
Loss of Innocence

My white dress slowly faded to black
And my little cherry chapstick turned dark red
My hair grew shorter to show off my breasts
And my nights become longer for the rest was unsaid

The world has lost it’s wonder but I’ve never felt more dazed
Where did the little white dress go?
Why did my innocence fail to stay?

the first few months i knew you
i carried you around in my pockets
like you were a part of the fabric,
letting your name somehow slide
into every conversation i had

the final few days that we spoke
i tore through the clothes in my closet,
trying to find the last pair of jeans
i wore to see if there was maybe
a hole in the seams that made us
lose what we had


jean conversations (k.p.k)

I never thought of humans as chemical reactions
until the first time we kissed and I felt sparks,
knowing you must be a conductor,
and I was the charge,

and when I learnt about combustion in my science class,
I thought about the day I left you and
the way you seemed to fall apart,
all carbon dioxide and water,

and I thought that maybe if I was a little bit smarter,
I would have read ahead a few chapters and learnt
how to put you back together again,

but instead
I went off like an alarm, and I hid
behind the notion that maybe if I never
met your eyes I could avoid the fact
that I was the only toxic one
between the two of us,

and I can’t help but notice you in the fragments of
the trees as they let out sighs of relief and
I wonder if you’re thinking about me,
trying to see me in the corners of the streets,
knowing I’m homeless since I walked
out of your heart.