If you are still, no one can hurt you. If you play dead, there is nothing to kill.
Amy ReedAnd what they're doing could be called kissing but it's more like sword fighting with tongues.
Amy ReedI feel myself floating without the weight of him on my body.
Amy ReedIt feels like the ground is breathing and the air has hands, like everything is moving except me, like I am the only thing solid, like it is the rest of the world that is dizzy.
Amy ReedAnd my name sounds like flowers in his mouth.
Amy ReedI feel the ghost of his fingers inside me.
Amy ReedI want to crush my cigarette on his eyelid. I would rather he keep fucking me for the rest of the night than lie here staring at me tracing my ribs with his fingertips, acting like what happened meant something.
Amy ReedMaybe this is all love is and all it will ever be-- boys fucking girls and pretending it's love, girls getting fucked and pretending they like it, saying "I love you, too," and wanting to throw up.
Amy ReedThey are ghosts of people I never knew, which the rain will wash away.
Amy ReedPeople don't just let you change identities, not unless there's something in it for them.
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