estella

 

only way to play never-have-i-ever at bible study

is to lie, asleep in my bed my brain could dream anything

but played a used vhs tape instead, goodwill sticker 

half rubbed off the side, pick me off, peel me off,
but i still cling ripping paper case

(forever marred)

(you aren't the disney princess you wished; you are villainy)

used to think i could fare better
but i'm also weak for a sullen, selfish girl

manipulate and use me, discard me
at the thrift store like nothing ever happened.

someone might pick me up and take me home.