And to think,
I just started writing you a story of boy meets girl.
But I forgot to add the part where boy leaves.

I'm bleeding boredom
While you're revising the things you said.
For me?
Probably.
Apology.
A redeeming soliloquy
painted ivory.
But I'm still bored
And I haven't stopped bleeding
Or believing you'll leave me.
Pity party
And too much cacophony.
Bring me down
Bring me low.
Sweet chariot
Let me go
Let me lie
Beneath the covers
Until my eyes are dry.

a pulse in your chest
and one to match between your legs.
racing,
pacing,
speed racer baby.
on all fours.
peering up at me,
tearing up,
cheer up pretty lady.
i won't make you do the things
that make you cringe.
the things that stain up the walls of your mind
and the back of your throat,
so you can pretend you're loved.

im bad at boys
and they're bad at me.
what I want is not always what I need.
***** and moaning
about every little thing -
you're too nice and i'm too mean.

Sometimes you get me stuck.
And the words we add to the equation
Only serve to dig me deeper in the dangerous swell of my unabridged mind.

Sometimes I need you to be selfless
And let me sleep instead
of playing the victim of our relationship before bed.

Baby he don't want you
Baby he don't love you.
Take a look
Take a listen,
Take back all the things you've entrusted.
Don't let his dance fool you
Don't be mesmerized
By his shady kisses
And his shadowy eyes.
He's not an enigma
But he'll be your demise.

i know a boy
a boy that thinks about a girl,
a girl that seldom thinks of him.
only when it's convenient.
only when it feels good.
only when it's late.
and no one else is around.