And there we were standing there as if nothing could ever touch us,
putting red lipstick and curling our eyelashes
For the sake of youth
For the sake of not caring
about what the standards should be
for young women in glossy stilettos.
We sat there listening to Pretty Woman
puckering our lips with all the seriousness in the world -
We believed, we truly believed,
in the push up bras and black onyx mascara.
We felt they understood us,
that we belonged
But we were always just little girls
playing dress up.

Our bodies will rot
in the green of the earth.
Crammed into a box and
drilled into the ground
as if purity ate us whole.
You'll be buried with your rosaries
and I with my pearl earrings;
and if there is such a thing as heaven,
our souls will entangle
and our corpses will be holding hands.

Scatter like roaches
and feel the sun beat down on you like moldy
sidewalk chalk
and cheap plaster.
Seep into the ground as if it were swallowing
time and eating the sea.
Don't look back into the eye of the storm until
it blinks 57 times and winks twice
It is an important concept that would behoove the
stale aura of your nature
And if you die during this so called adventure,
Smirk
And heave whole-heartedly with the last breath
allotted that you just tasted what it was like to
fall in love
and you proudly let it **** you all at once

I want to tell you all my secrets
so that you know that I am a damaged person
and that I understand how cruel swords can be on pale skin.
So that you know that I can feel the pain you have felt,
and that I am a survivor like you.
I want you to know just how much I've been through and I want you to feel sorry.
I realize this sounds bad,
but
I'm lonely
and I think we can be ****** up souls together

and learn how to make it all right