Her hands were cold As she passed the bowl, Knuckles cracked Her pearl bones were draped in blue and black *Dear winter watercolor girl- Run away. Don't turn back.
She scrapes at sun Beneath her nails Donning clothes That're shifting sails Her skin is wind, Her pain a gale, Her heart's an ocean But her life is stale.
Look at me* Tremors wrack my Tense, Paranoid form. There's nothing wrong with you. My mouth hangs slightly open, And I believe the man Who waits patiently within my head.
”What's your problem?” ”You resist my charms.” I laugh to myself, Smile over a glowing screen. There's no resisting that boys Eyes And smooth laugh Or even the badly placed lip ring, Like mine. ”I try.”
It hurts to think About how much I make you feel Like you're standing too close to lightning. How much you can't help But ******* want me and My whiskey flavored lips, And how close you let me get When I know you're just another meaningless Kiss.
I used you. You were just a **** I pulled you along by the hair Of your hope And whispered nice things To make you trust me- To make you ******* bleed. **You can bet I ******* loved you.
Sara is a dream With an attitude you won't believe An addict for advice She sits alone most friday nights Spinning suns And breaking ways To find a reason not to stay And live a life She cannot stand to hold So pretty in her hands But quickly breaking down