rock,*  paper,  scissors,  shoot

Rock can only weigh paper down,
You are dead weight I lug around,
Paper covers rock constricting,
Excuses, excuses cover your failings,
Paper is too lithe to be broken,
This is breaking me.

Paper can't tear scissors,
Why can't I tear myself away?
Scissors are too sharp,
Our conversations growing dull,
Scissors slice through paper thoughtlessly,
My words sting, cutting you like knives.

Scissors bend and fall apart,
We can't stay together,
Rock always beats scissors,
My insides are black and blue,
Rock is too tough for scissors,
I think we're just too young.

Shoot- go, get it over with, let it end,
Lay down your cards; tell the truth,
What are we still holding on to?
Weigh me down, I'll cut you, we'll cover it up,
Tear me to pieces; slice me to shreds,
In this game, no one wins.

shoot  *me.

it's such a shame
that these days
"real" friends are just about
as hard to come by as
teenagers with unscarred wrists

Jazz music and drunken slurs,
Passing streetcars turn to blurs,
Bite off more than you can chew,
Seafood gumbo, thick brown roux,
On shoulders sit sons and daughters,
Ferry ships, Mississippi waters,
Dancers dressed like voodoo queens,
Clad in purples, golds, and greens,
Yell, "Throw me something mister!"
Flying beads barely missed her,
Pralines, king cakes, and beignets,
Maid of Muses smiles and waves,
Rex, Zulu, Endymion,
From Decatur to Bourbon,
Floats, masks, a feather boa,
Sweet iced tea, jambalaya,
Big Easy on Fat Tuesday,
Lent is just a day away.

control your **** impulses,
you heartless, condescending *****.

It is in the moments that we are falling apart in which we most will ourselves to stay together.

I want a boy to look at me like that...

hurry get out of here, before it's too late
don't worry darlin' I'm used to the pain
I can't really blame you for running away
Who'd want a girl with a heart full of hate?

I don't know whether it would be better
to let the tears flow and let my emotions show
to let it all go or try to hold it in
But I guess it doesn't really matter in the end
Because my grips gone slick and the pipes have burst
So I can't halt the tears now that I'm at my worst
The tears will run till I run dry
I'll keep crying, crying until I die