Sometimes I have these thoughts that get in my head and I have to write
They refuse to go away until I do
And lately I keep thinking about this man
This grown man
Who made me feel like my own skin was not where I wanted to be
And I keep thinking I should write about this man and the way he spoke to me
His words alone
I guess you could call them kind
But they sounded like venom and I did not like the way they twisted around his tongue
No more than I liked his arm wrapped around me
And I'm eighteen so I guess technically I'm an adult woman and maybe adult women know how to handle these things
With a smile?
He told me I looked better with a smile
He told me I looked better with my hair down
Unfortunately I fucking disagree
I look better when my hairs a mess and I've got paint smudged on my face
I look better when I've dried my own tears
I look better when the words in my heart flow onto paper just as easily as the air in my lungs
I look better when I'm trying to impress the man that I love and it is most definitely not you sir
You sir
Are a creep
I don't appreciate your words or the way you look at me
I don't appreciate your touch
So let me use my adult woman, big girl, grown up words
You look better when your mouth is fucking shut
