He twirls me again and dips me and I giggle again. My cap falls off and I lose my amused tone, reaching down to set it back on. My hair falls down and I swallow, hoping no one else noticed.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
“Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.” — Richard Siken