konagrown:

muddy toes, sour attitude

adolescence and pink scars

the whites of your eyes like wet opals

a mug so hot it burns your hands

i pick at the cracks in our wooden kitchen table.

i think i’ll stay in bed all day

nobody told me 13 would be so ugly

so tangled 

you make me disappointed in myself, head down

outside is orange, i can hear the water running and i wonder if you’re doing dishes

i wonder if you wish i’d turned out different

other than this

i haven’t done wrong since