AstAriA-StAr

So many beautiful moments have been ruined by me. By me rejecting the concept of loving something despite its flaws.   By me seeing nothing but stretch marks everywhere, on everything, or those two tiny black waterfalls.  Bones hidden so far below the surface you can't tell if its human or animal dead or alive.  Technology enables me to play with psychology but it becomes lonely like a field of grass. I am sure I would enjoy it more if I felt like my hip bones were knives or that my smile was more of a warning than a welcoming, or that my hair when wet could leave your flesh red.  All we want is to have and to hold someo