White noise,
poised neat and tidy for the critiques.
Bat an eyelash, finger nails polished, wing tips,
glossy lips,
lush shadow up on the eyelids.
It takes twenty minutes,
but it's worth the stares from the blind kids.
Winding up their throwing arm to try and hit the targets.
Harshness,
it took me too damn long to feel this good.
To take the notch up to 'suburban' white girl,
rather than one that's from the hood.
Keep your compliments to yourself,
please,
I've got enough self wealth to make the margin,
of the hardened mommy baby making martians.
Tarnished women looking for a one bedroom apartment.
Because men went shopping for a gal but in the wrong department.
Fuck you,
yeah I'm not the girl you used to drool over,
creating a pool of pathetic around your four leaf clover.
Seems like everyone wants to tell me how the fuck I'm s'posed to be,
but I'm free, and my happiness is all you get to see.
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A message written in sore sympathy,
a mystery within the dusted pages of our history.
Jump high, stoop low,
hold the passionate blindfold.
Ripped away from my eyes,
the darkness bloomed thick with your hands on my thigh.
Now the light is so bright,
consuming my mind,
as some new face constitutes 'my love for all time'.
---
Fingers touching tips like lips sinking ships.
We make bliss,
yes,
but only enough to keep our boat from doing flips.
Shit.
I thought you told me this home would feel like new forever.
Never did you mention broken doors and stormy weather.
Better than a no one ever,
sorry for the hardship but your words aren't really clever.
Every joke gets worse like written in a bad company,
as if your idea of humor is truly just making fun of me.
Ruining the lady that you once consumed like that drug you used to abuse to escape your living tomb, pruned, pale and stuck in some cartoon.
Vague eyes,
never once sparked with my matches.
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Bah, this is getting too difficult for words. BAHAH-I don't properly use words anyway I should just give up.
