To Make Monsters Out of Girls

by Amanda Lovelace

if you start to keep score, can you still call it love?

when love wants to die, all it has to do is come in search of me.

in the act of putting you before myself, i successfully spat on the grave dirt of every woman whose skin i wore before waking up inside this one. - they didn’t deserve this.

sometimes no closure tells us more than the closure ever could. - some people were never worth your words.