I’m not your average skateboarder. I don’t “dress like a stoner.” I don’t “know how to skateboard.” I don’t “disrespect authority.” I’ve never “been on a skateboard.”
it wasn’t until you that i became the girl with bruised knees and a shake in her walk. you asked me if i got those cuts from my fall from heaven, but we both know i got them from the wreckage you put me through. there is nothing angelic about me anymore, can’t you see i’m rotting flesh and cracked halos with crooked smiles that hide more than all of the lies you’ve told. i asked the universe why she put me here, so close to you and she said, “something holy awaits.” but, as i lay in the sheets of a bed that should feel like home, my body takes on a fire with more fury than hell itself. the universe has lied, because there is nothing beautiful about my tremors or the way we fell apart like a shriveled up flower. there is nothing holy in the way that you touched her and kissed me and swore that i was the only one.
