do you love me when i cry?
does my weakness turn you on?
is the way my bones shatter flattering?
the whole world is watching us,
they see me cry my heart into broken pieces, they see you pick them up.
will you kiss my bruises and give me back my broken heart?
will you screw the broken pieces and toss me to the side,
will you hold them close in a tight grip at night, when the stars don't shine? will you press fingers into bruises and turn them into flowers?
will you stay with me as i fall apart?
are my broken pieces pretty enough to fuck?
am i pretty enough to suffer the tears?
am i pretty when i cry?