No one's princess

The girl and the body were always on different pages.  They would speak to each other but one always chose not to listen, or to blatantly do the opposite.  The two would never fight, they never raised their voices, but both always had something to say.  

I could explain a lot of ways the girl’s heart had been trashed.  I could go on and on and on with stories and explanations, words and accusations, so much so that this short blurb of a story could grow into an entire book.  So I won’t go there.  Just believe me when I tell you that this girl had been hurt to the point of heartbrokenness for years.  I want to tell you everything, I do, but it’s the girl’s story to tell, not mine.  Which is awfully hard, you’ll understand once you meet her, that you’ll want to tell everyone you know about this girl with the big heart that separates herself from her body. 

Big apologies to my lovely body. I’m so sorry I haven’t cared for you like I should. Achy and shaky, shivering and vomiting. Poison me! I dare you to show me you care enough to actually listen. shut up. If I had arms that could hold you, I wouldn’t hesitate. If I had lips that could kiss your forehead, they’d do it everyday. If I had eyes that saw every piece of you, I wouldn’t dare close them. You are not lost, broken, or damaged, sweet one. You hurt, yes, but your pain is not your own.