liviasmyth

I don't tell you… That I cut… Because I know you'll freak out. That I'm in love… Because you'll tell me I'm too young to know what love is. That I'm unsure about my gender… Because you'll say it's all in my head. That I'm lonely… Because you'll tell me you are too. That I'm scared of what may happen… Because you'll say to just calm down. That I've dated girls, even though they were online… Because you'll yell about how dangerous that was and say it wasn't a real relationship. That I have problems… Because you'll say "Not like I do." These things… Because I know I'll be turned away.

I find her in my kitchen, one ordinary morning with the harsh winter sun tipping full through the window. I haven't seen her for six months, and yet here she is, bruised knees pulled up under her chin, the light pouring through her hair like dull bronze. Despite the cold she is only wearing shorts and an old gray t-shirt, two sizes too big. Upon hearing my footsteps she looks up from picking at her nails, covered in chipped black polish, multicolored threads and silver rings slipping down her wrists. Her hair is tangled and long; longer than I can ever remember, and she tucks it behind an ear studded with piercings that glint in the dark stra