notslay
1 min readMar 30, 2020

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it’s not my fault you didn’t like the layers peeled back, no one knew what the box unwrapped would reveal, but we place our bets on the unknown

no risk, no reward. you mistook salt for sugar when you seasoned your life with someone like me.

i don’t need to change. i don’t need to snort lines of white to become your perfect snow angel.

i am me, there is no other.

isn’t that why you signed the waiver, gave away your rights?

sickening to think you could melt me down into some perfect princess mold.

im sweet & stubborn, my mouth fills up with sharp words and subtle sanctity.

maybe im not a piece of sunshine, maybe im just something to drown in, give it a break.

im not the type of woman you try to make.

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notslay

the words & thoughts of a woman you found elsewhere.