Wilder Girls

I am dying, and the darkness inside me is trying to flee.

No boys allowed I told him I kissed him I did I did I ruined him and I wasn’t even trying to

We don’t get to choose what hurts us.”

He kisses like he’s afraid of me.

Sometimes if I close my eye, I forget what’s changed. And Raxter isn’t a rush of gunpowder and hunger anymore. It’s boredom, an idleness burrowing deep.

And I’ve wanted boys, and I’ve wanted girls, but I’ve never wanted anyone enough to miss them, enough to pluck them from the slideshow of my old life and bring them here.

I wish I could be like her; I wish I could let go of things when there’s nothing to be done.

It was still alive as it broke apart.
I wonder if I will be too.

I don’t want the morning, but it comes anyway