part of me wants to be hella smart and get kickass grades and scholarships and part of me wants to fuck a lot of people for no reason and do drugs and skip school and part of me just wants to sleep and cut off the rest of the world and wallow away in my bed
to their veins.
Sometimes, I am one.
I know girls who apologize for asking
to go to the bathroom in class,
who apologize for everything
because they feel like they are taking
up more than their fair share of space
on this planet.
Everything starts with an I’m sorry
and ends with one too,
constant bookends that we don’t
even notice anymore.
We delete her apology the way we
delete likes and ums from speech.
I know girls with ten times more apologies
and I wonder how often they hear
You’re more than okay. "