is your hair
fair is not nature
she in her nebulous
taking
   in food
    for
       hungry
          animals
kills

you in your beauty too,
  shaking
       no your head
           no you
              said

breaks
into Mother Natures cruelty
her war chest of pain and suffering

bumblebee sting

deep inside
where butterflies
                wither
                          die
                               float to
                                     brown

dirt.

Turn up the silence and block out the sun,
Alone in my room, a bottle and a gun.
It goes click twice, I'll see another day,
Tears start to fall, can't carry on this way.

you let me hold your hand,
and play with your fingers,
then you left to **** another girl,

and maybe you thought
i'd be fine with that