if she flinches when you go to put your arm around her … someone else’s hand wasn’t so sweet … if she questions you … someone else has lied to her … if she doesn’t tell you things … someone else once betrayed her secrets … behind every cranky, complicated girl or girl who is scared to love is … a girl who is tired of being broken.
You see, actually what I’m trying to do mostly, is to not bullshit myself, and not bullshit anybody else. To be righteous to myself; I mean to be real, you know what I mean? I need to be true to myself, to just be the person that is on inside of me and not play games. People expect me to be a tough bitch, and say I start talking to them like a lonely little girl — that’s not in their image of me — they don’t see it. Say you meet somebody you’ve heard about, you don’t ever see them, you don’t see who they are and who they need to be recognized as, you see who you need them to be.
Everything you love is here
Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person’s heart and dissolve it.