And I am so tired of standing so straight just to prove I'm not broken.
Because a burden, even a sacred one, still bends the spine. my virginity is a burden iv missax
Mine is a room I’ve lived in too long—walls I’ve memorized, a bed still made with hospital corners, dust gathering on the threshold no one crosses. They tell me to be proud. That patience is a kind of power. But power doesn't tremble in the dark wondering if it's still power when no one asks to hold it. And I am so tired of standing so
But gifts are not supposed to ache.