I call this one "Snake Fries"

There’s beauty in solitude.Don't choose people who don't choose you.

Your way or the highway Trading your liver for cheap laughs I bend to your every will, but if I suddenly change for me ,you scoff and laugh Twisting my boundaries and self-defense into victimizing yourself (1/8)

Magnetized fire 1: I go through this push and pull. A subtle ache in my heart wants people near, but nothing leaves my lips, or I push too far for their reach. Weighing back and forth I swing around, waiting for a crumb affirmation Not wanting to sound desperate for affection from peers

Your siren calls fall on deaf ears Your bellowing screams for lust are useless Your bed calls to me but not for lust but for attention You crave my affection while I crave your spotlit eyes Nothing more

It's too early too soon My heart is too entangled If I take it apart, the more it bleeds for you.

Ripping my limbs and starving myself to be not called "fat," "plus sized," "big girl," "the funny friend" anymore Pushing my limits til my teeth crowns grind flat Am I pretty yet? I always felt i was beautiful, but others call my body flawed or refuse my warm touch (pt 1/5)

My brain can be so unkind and batter my mind, black and blue

Parents pt1 :I was raised by gaslit flames that was for my father's vainty and greed that turned anything into crushing dust under his words of law. My mother's ice cold nonchalant nature could suck out all the warmth a mother's embace could be.

Deceased pt1:Operator I am tired of answering machines Leaving with nothing in return. I deserve an answer to your selfish choices. These sounds of machines are etched in my skull with no sign of human life. Hearing your recorded voice, I forgotten years ago..

Bad psychiatrist: You vulture swaying in the wind, picking at pennies from my pockets,then pelting me with medication. I take them in good faith my mind will be more kind to me. (Pt 1/5)

The sight of your name active makes my heart pound and jump up my throat It's hard to breathe around you it's like you sucked out all the air out of the room. (1/5)

Sweet sickly words poke and sting my eyes. My brain isn't so kind, so even the simplest compliment imprints my mind and makes me weak. Even if it's for your own fulfillment, I notice but turn a blind eye so I can relish your poison coated generosity.

I hunger, I linger around, crawling on my belly, wishing for freedom to walk . My lights stomped out by something bigger than me.crunch, crunch, CRUNCH. I lay awake, reaching out towards a strange, cool, toned light for it to be diminished in my grasp. (Strange dream pt1/2)

I was like a lovesick puppy, coddling you, worshipping you, full faith in you,following along your side, but you never pulled on the leash when I ran too far. I ran in front, pulling on the leash, and you were glad, fully taking in all my joyful whims without restrain. (Dog pt1/4)

Glass hearts, they lacerate into flesh when they're passionate.They pierce and sting at your bones loving to see your cries of joy mistaking it as recepcation.But you weren't ready for the commitment scars but for the cure of apathy. Which the shards could never reach the root of your disease.

We were like blood and wine. We looked good together, one brought life , and the other brought joy.but we weren't supposed to be mixed so intimately.Made up with different ingredients, we tried to make it work, staining my heart. Yours came out clean.In the end, we were still blood and wine.💔