“My body will never tell you what my favorite flower is Or how I want them more than only once a year It won't tell you that I love to knit But have never finished a single project It will never show you that I hate sunrises Or that every night I tell the stars goodnight before bed Or how much I love horror movies even though I always get too scared to sleep alone afterward My body will never let you know my worst memories My body will never share my deepest secrets Or ever utter my most hopeful of wishes You never seemed to understand that.”
Book:There's This Girl