in-the-gutter-gazing-at-stars:
I know a girl
with milk-white skin
and pain in her eyes
and sorrow in her soul
and regret in the fibres of her being.
I know a girl
with a shattered smile
and melancholy laughter on her lips
and scars on her soft wrists
and doubt on her flawless brow.
I know a girl
who is ‘okay’
and ‘fine’
and ‘lovely’
when asked.
I know a girl who is broken.
I know a girl I want to fix.





