I guess I'm supposed to fall in love right?
I'm supposed to feel butterflies and laughter?
I'm supposed to post wedding dresses on pintrist
And instantly delete my tinder...
I'm supposed to wait for his text by the minute
And wish on a star that I see him soon
I heard that girls when they're in love fantasize
About what he may look like as her groom.
I heard that women write in diaries about men
Scribble love poems and play Taylor Swift
I guess I'm supposed to do these things when I feel something special
I think I'm supposed to value his love as a gift.
Sure, why not.
Give me love and I'll show you what it's really for
It's a tool that men use on women
To keep them knocking on their door.
It's disgusting and it makes me sick
They really are all the same
And if you think for one second that he gives a **** about you
Then you've already fallen for his game.

My soul has a deep cut
I would stick a plaster over it and I would keep going
But I have none and nobody gets close enough
To see that I am bleeding in the inside,
To see that I need to be saved.
Nobody would waste their good feelings on me.
Nobody wants me in their life
The same way a child doesn't want a broken toy.

I am a broken toy.

I thought I was Elizabeth
And you were my Robert Browning
While singing songs to my beauty
The relationship was drowning

I saw you look at women
Just like Oedipus Rex
Though I really did enjoy that
Great viagritized ***

You pitched ideas for taking trips
The best those river cruises
Instead you led me up a creek
A ****-buddy with bruises

That moon, those stars
Once your hand stirred my mind
Forming a constellation
Tracing lips that were blind

My wide smile like a child
Reaching you without fright
Escaped with a flesh wound
Your lair in the night

So casually said,
"Just a tentative tie"
Rocking my senses
Like a stick in the eye

Red eye of the scorpion
Shiny and bright
A user abuser
Sherry was right!

Mesmerizing Goddess
Anathema to all fear
And fractured disbelief
Storehouse of magical power
Perfect simplicity
Satisfaction guaranteed
With brave and lovely things
In the hearts of those seeking
Cosmic celtic woman
Cultivating consciousness
of inexhaustable bliss
Awaiting, She will come to you.

You think it's nifty turning sixty
You even yearn for sixty-five
So you can go on Medicare
At last good healthcare will arrive

Until that year 2020 gets here
Don't miss those moments fleeting
Eat your kale for roughage
To keep that strong heart beating

Uncle Sam will send your social security
So you begin a life so rare
But why wait-retire now
For you can get Obamacare

Soon all birds will be grounded
with all other non fliers
we will ride out the storm, together
each occupying their choice of perch
it will be dangerous to be caught in the open
all sea birds will abandon the sea
this one island oasis, a motel fully booked for days.

I put my heart on some guitar strings
I let you play them the way you wanted
We've never really had the same songs in our ears
But as long as your fingers play me,
You could turn me into the devil’s notes
And I would still be happy.

But I forgot, you just like listening to music
You've never been able to play anything
You just break the strings
And abandon the guitar
In the corner of your room
Behind your desk
Behind your eyes
Behind your life.
I wish you would just let me escape,
Escape the darkness, the nonsense you threw me in
Because I am here and I hear the songs you listen
And they are not for me
And you don’t know how much I could love you
You don’t know that the sad songs you listen to
Hurt me more than they hurt you.
You don’t know that I could make them quiet
Only if you would let me in your heart.
Only if you would repair the strings
And learn how to play them.