Abortion

'Open her up like a book, read it, and weep.'

Please stop these sappy love songs.
We're all looking for company in this place full of tattered girls in frilly dresses and boys who can't tie their left shoelaces. It's like we're all out to fuck the loneliness out of our hearts and breathe acid melodies in our lungs.
At least when I catch fire I'll be warm enough to burn the memories away.
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He probably breathed lovesick tones down her throat and held her in a way she couldn't resist. He probably played the same moves that every guy before him had thrust down her lungs. But when it came to me, all the love left his eyes and all the anger exploded in my tiny unborn heart.
(Mother says I was born on my due date, but something else is behind her eyes.)
I've had a million chances for love, but it seems like the anger burned for a few years too long and set my heart on fire.
She's just waiting for the water to settle down the flames, but she's been thirsty for 16 years.