she is too hopeful, her heart is a swollen muscle of
adoration, gushing with adrenaline, threatening to
burst into a wet explosion of light and
neon colors and cherry-red blood that really
tastes like pennies and salt.
[you will be so terribly hard to get over.]
he makes her feel like
she is dying of a fluttery heart attack and suffocating
from all the fantasies swimming in her in her
medicated mind. he makes her want to change,
crawl from her cocoon of self-consciousness and
painful shyness and become the butterfly she's never
been.
[i want to make myself beautiful for you,
and i am willing to take the risk.]
this boy, oh this boy, is something wonderful and
glorious and completely and utterly amazing, with
frosted-glass flesh and auburn hair that is just the right
shade of adorable. she is something less than what is
needed, something with suffocated bones and a
heart damaged from her bittersweet love affair
with anorexia.
[we're on speaking terms now, ana and i, she promises to make you love me, so i…i succumb.]
she has stripes from where a shaving
razor has raped her soft skin, and he has freckles from
where the sun has kissed his own shooting star flesh.
[god, you're so luminous.]
his hands are boney, but they felt so so so right as
they briefly brushed her arm.
[nobody can make me shiver like you do.]
he is
contagious.
[you smile, i smile. you laugh, i laugh. you look away, i shatter into a million pieces at your feet.]