She walks around wearing thick framed lenses and no one could tell you the color of her eyes. Her hair is a mismatching rainbow and she could be such a pretty girl, the poor thing. You could call this the equivalent of self mutilation, only not as violent and a different kind of messy.
The weary little Lolita in hiding, punishing herself for something she's not sure she ever had a choice of avoiding . She wishes she could say she is mourning, but mourning means grieving for the dead and you can't mourn for something that never lived.
All too soon, a child is made aware of the power a body holds, the trouble:
"Don't sit with your legs open, don't hug men too close, Don't wear short Shorts, Don't bend over at the waist."
Fast forward only a couple of months and she'll be doing just that to get that Barbie, that glitter nail polish. Later still, to get the attention, the dinner, the opportunity, the fuck.
She dreamed long before it was due, of hands sliding gown her body, lips whispering dirty secrets while alert eyes followed her every gasp. Belatedly, all she yearns for now are chaste kisses and gentle play with her hair.
Too late now, she was broken in too early and for too long.
It's too late for her to believe enough to hope.
3 comments:
hey know this has no relevance to this paticular post but i noticed you blogged about invisible monsters awhile back(great book) and i just thought if you liked the book you might appreciate the song time to dance by panic at the disco.. its based on the book invisible monsters... if you already knew that then i just wasted 30seconds of your life xD
No, I did not know that!!! How awesome is that??!! I'm off to listen to it now. Thanks!
haha its really good
I heard the song before the book and I liked it and when I read the book I was like oh wow that makes sense lol
so yeah you can kinda relate the book with most of the lyrics in the song :)
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