Misconceptions
one/one
She’s beautiful.
Her eyes. She has eyes that light up at anything. The warm color of them makes you melt instantly. They lock onto your face as you’re talking and don’t leave until the conversation is over. She pays attention. She uses them to observe the world around her, but they’re a one-way street. You can’t look into her eyes and observe what emotion she’s feeling. She covers it up. She doesn’t want you to see too much.
Her lips. She uses them to speak, caressing each syllable with her bold lips. She uses them to comfort friends and tell jokes, but she doesn’t speak her mind. It’s too dangerous. She uses them to frame her straight, white smile. She smiles all the time, but it never matches the sparkle in her eyes. She also uses her lips to plant soft kisses on other lips. They’re sweet and breathtaking, but too frequent and too widely shared.
Her ears. They’re cute and very small, but they hear so much. They hear praise from family and support from friends. They hear music often; usually love songs. They hear the sounds of everyday actions. Typing, walking, cooking. Yet the only thing they listen to is hate from strangers.
She’s broken.
Her eyes. She has eyes that light up at anything. The warm color of them makes you melt instantly. They lock onto your face as you’re talking and don’t leave until the conversation is over. She pays attention. She uses them to observe the world around her, but they’re a one-way street. You can’t look into her eyes and observe what emotion she’s feeling. She covers it up. She doesn’t want you to see too much.
Her lips. She uses them to speak, caressing each syllable with her bold lips. She uses them to comfort friends and tell jokes, but she doesn’t speak her mind. It’s too dangerous. She uses them to frame her straight, white smile. She smiles all the time, but it never matches the sparkle in her eyes. She also uses her lips to plant soft kisses on other lips. They’re sweet and breathtaking, but too frequent and too widely shared.
Her ears. They’re cute and very small, but they hear so much. They hear praise from family and support from friends. They hear music often; usually love songs. They hear the sounds of everyday actions. Typing, walking, cooking. Yet the only thing they listen to is hate from strangers.
She’s broken.