LIPSTICKS AND GOSSIP GIRLS

cherry chapstick and cherry coca-cola; almighty guilty pleasure of a young girl like me whose curious about things they decide to keep inside her brain.
girls, girls, girls, g-i-r-l-s, a girl.
if you're lucky enough, you'll have
a sudden appetite for girls with thick
hair, for girls with stone cold hearts,
for girls with mysteriously dark pasts,
for girls who bark and bite but love
and give when they wish people changed. Falling in love with the hearts girls write above their i's, be a fool for the night before getting enchanted by their sinful voice. I'd be scared too.
but I'm more enveloped with their fragrance and the way they carry themselves but write excessively about the feeling of their thighs chaffing as they walk or the amount of makeup they have to buy to hide their insecurities, "cherry chapstick is their favorite flavor why haven't you noticed yet?" I do this all for you.
but I don't think I'll ever be okay with being friends with girls. they don't know or believe to think that as a fellow girl, I too have feelings. I feel as much as you feel (arrogance is a bad quality but girls seem to have it all figured out that it's what suits them best because no one else is better than them) or if you believe and desperately believe in love I shouldn't be able to have that (infatuation isn't good for me that's why I will never fall for bullshit incase you haven't noticed it, I deeply fall for them too easily but I'm not good for anyone not even for girls) (they all look the same, they all lie. they all say I love you but I'm not meant for all that. ALL GIRLS EVER DO IS BETRAY ME.)
I am too a girl,
I don't like them. I like to be left alone
where I can hide away and not be spoken about negatively, where my constant thoughts don't have to be about why I can't be friends with certain people or why I can't be bothered to give a long two fucks about  why the hell girls think they own my body and mind and feelings all because I happen to be the same gender.

Girls, girls, girls, G-I-R-L-S, a girl.
i could never be like them, I try to fit a mold I can never seem to put myself through. but you girls are so beautiful
with soft pink lips and cherry lemonade
tongues, do i come off to strong or
do my ever changing lies not suffice
for your pretty eyes? girls are
so indifferent and comfortable
with people who damage them
and i cant ever speak on why my damaged goods scare off the boys and
girls but my lips love lips
and my eyes love the same eyes
but i cant confess as to what
my love loves..
but if you mean the best
i can tell you what girls,
girls, girls, G-I-R-L-S, a girl
like me truly enjoys when
shes watching boys and girls
and girls and girls
love what is a so called love.

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