I sometimes see you carrying your pain like it’s your greatest achievement. i carry mine as a purse, letting people glance inside every once in a while, heart pale like birds, my memory eclipsed on a day before the day before another one. i misread your proposal, sunny saturday sunday.
You carry your pain like it’s your proudest memory. i carry a knife for open heart surgery and as you grab something from my prada purse, it stings like honey bees on honeymoon.
i carry my proudest possession in a bag that could fit all of your grandmas belongings. i carry a knife, in case you’d ever need open heart surgery. maybe you’ll never need it but i carry my proudest possessions, i’ve never had a surgery in my life, but i am sure if i would, i would be terrified. A doctor once told me that i have great teeth, thats when I found out that health is not something you can buy. money,love and health a trilogy you better start to write about. I considered buying whitening toothpaste. but as i stood in line at checkout i remembered that strength is more precious than colour. there is not a single toothpaste in this store that impacts my teeth’s strength.
i bought the toothpaste anyway, because if i won’t use it, i’ll just put it back in the shelf. only if unopened, of course. Not that I would care. but i like the thought of a product being scanned twice. that two individuals pay for the same product. i know i could give it away for free, but i am not very good at finding people that would enjoy unopened toothpaste, more than i don’t. and it’s not really an option to just put it in a small box in front of my door. would I pick up toothpaste from the street?

i used to have my room divided in two. The two halfs were separated by wooden flooring. so instead of three meter high ceilings they were only 1,5metershigh. The lower half was filled with all the stuff i don’t use anymore. this is where the unopened toothpaste would usually go. until i heard that my friend benny likes whitening toothpaste. i met benny when i was in school. i never really noticed him but i know that people used to say that he was stylish. he was definitely not one of those boys where you’re unsure if they’re just boys or if they’re flirting. i always knew, ge wasn’t flirting. or at least i thought so until he kissed me at a party. i don’t know why i ever let boys kiss me. i don’t know why i follow so many rules but forget the ones that prevent me from having open heart surgery in the lower half of my bedroom.