Pretty Girls Don't Bleed by Emily Allison - HTML preview

still deployed  -

a soldier once

picked me up and

spun me in circles,

muscles rippling and his smile

wider than it had been

in years.

but i could see the

battles he was facing.

it was physically finished,

but he was mentally active.

i didn’t know how to

relieve his pain;

all i could do was

help him win the fight.

when you

compare me to

her, ​ and ​ him,

and what ​ they ​are

doing ​ right​ and what

i ​ am doing ​ wrong…

is it not a reflection of what

you ​have failed to

teach ​ me?

and should i even really be

listening to you?

space yourself from me.

spill you secrets to

someone else.

let me be. i need to

acquire a taste for

the sound of my

own voice before i

can turn my solo

into a duet.