I used to study TV shows and movies to learn what to say in social situations
I was just another girl with undiagnosed autism
The borrowed words of others did not fit well into my life, because I could not defend what I had said.
I mistook your outer attributes as a reflection of inner beauty, until you opened your mouth and nothing came out.
Maybe your treasure is buried deep, under your deafening silence punctuated by sharp criticism.
I want to splash paint on your rigid walls and mud on your pristine luxury vehicle.
I feel the razor’s edge with which you critique yourself and the world and I know it won’t be long before I feel the sting of that blade, until your guillotine comes crashing down on my neck.
I’m not perfect- I need you to accept that, and I will try to do the same for you.
If you are so skilled at reading energy, why can’t you see that I’m not into you?