Charly Cox

The best sort of revenge is to be kind to yourself

Shit, I’m an adult and nobody told me

I got a fork stuck in the dishwasher And now I can’t stop crying Whoever said depression was glamorous Had clearly never considered dying Over a peanut butter covered utensil

Imagine what false comfort I’d find within your arms

Your body became so familiar I touched your skin the same way I’d fumble down the side of the TV in the dark and know the difference between the <off switch> and the <volume button>

She must be mad but my god she’s
brave too

I have felt unworthy
Of this gender at all

All my friends are gay
And I wouldn’t have it any other way
Except on Friday nights

Before it was the effects of contraception
Before it was terrorism
Before it was the end of Inception
Before it was faux feminism