Does anybody else feel like the “Body Positive”
movement kinda failed? Like i fell like all it did was attempt to widen the
parameters of being considered “fuckable” rather than attack the
concept of beauty actually being a necessity
He loves me,
I’m sure,
He colours my sky and never talks back; what more can i say? He gives me life.
He’d die for me,
I’m sure,
i can count on blistered fingers the things he’d demanded- im always waiting for him.
Does he love me?
I’m sure,
He knows not to send me angels if He despises my sickness, but i cant help but love my faithful goddess.
replacing Him comes so sudden when her fingers twist in my hair, so sweetly i bend to feel the sin.
I’d die for her,
I’m sure,
i love, and i love so, it pours from me like children out of a school gate; as innocently too. did he still love me when i was that child running, in love so impurely with my best friend?
