Paris,
the god of love.

If I didn't know that it wasn't so
would it make me weep,
lose sleep,
keep my friends near and dear,
dig in deep?


In the 21st century we're in the
outlaw territory,
among the
oath takers, widow makers,
prayers,slayers,and
people betrayers.

East of Eden in the land of Nod,
Paris does battle with
another God and
love goes out the
window.

you act like a
martyr. a Catholic girl who can't fix me, who finds my cracks so appealing,
collecting friends to repair like
misfit toys on "i'm so ****** up" island
and you want me to hate you anyway,
the way you say "my jaw hurts" after ******* **** the night before (no one's **** is that big)
and the way you blame me for your failed classes
and the way i don't try enough to be the girl you used to be friends with.
your hypocrisy, your hypocrisy is the cross you bear