What happened there, skinny love? You used to be so beautiful. Now I don’t find you attractive. There’s nothing wrong with your outer appearance, all the little boys and thirsty old men seem to love it. Its your insides that’s finally lost it. You’re that creature that goes bump at night. Forever young and speaking incoherence like a child. Nothing is more pure and cruel than a child. Inviolable, charming, and dangerous.
Spend all your time looking for approval and acknowledgment of your beauty, which everyone already gives you, but selling your soul through that dirty mirror. Fake the art of having a heart, and the mindless drones will never notice. Blame it on wanting to find adventure and the call of the wild, but you and I both know you don’t believe everything that you read. Not even our own scriptures. We’ve lost your reception.