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Lauren Sage Jul 2013
I feel(t) my prettiest with sunken cheeks and
A dragon spine and
A suggestion of ribs and
A coffee stomach
(disappointingly swollen)

I turned in the mirror
And slowly painted
Away with dark circles
Away with premature wrinkles
On with the perfect skin the
Black eyeliner the
Huge eyes
(i see everything, you *****.)
(post pictures on Yahoo!)
(oh, a seven.)
(disappointing.)

There was no food in the house
(she bought coffee with the $20 I lent her)

I hungered for nothing but
Cavernous blue eyes (my own)

I hungered for nothing but
To have fun (i can prove it)

I turn the pages of my diary and there
Is nothing but song lyrics (they made sense to me)

Somewhere
Testament to my weakness is where
I say I want to be loved.
(there's nothing left)



(i was living when I was running on coffee)
(i wish i could go back)
Lauren Sage Jul 2013
This
Anxiety is like boiling snakes in my stomach
Milky frothing water and peeling
(my)
Skin
(off speckled moles, preventative measure)
(I do not have cancer)
(At least not skin)
I'm blindly probing my skin for
(not lymphoma, no)
Any semblance of
(not breast cancer, no)
Caring
Is not for me
(I care too much)
Lauren Sage Apr 2013
The world is ending, the moon fell down
Left a crater in the hearts of children whose parents were now just simply gone,
Sent to the non-existent great beyond

Moneys as worthless as amateur songs,
In the end I guess the Earth won
I'm adamant to admit,
My brain's not a muscle, my mind is not strong

You risk a kiss through my face-mask
Meant to repel love and asbestos
Well if I catch your flu I fear my life is no longer
Your lifeless eyes are all I lust for

Happy
Biohazard
We're
Happy

Is it wrong I think this is romantic?
Everyone we know is dead my darling,
My heart's undead I'll admit, what if we both got bit and there was one vaccine?
Then there's NO vaccine.

We'll ramble on about everything we miss
Like electricity and Christmas
On the bright side, hen February comes to town,
I'll be the only Valentine you have around

Happy
Biohazard
We're happy

I like to forget this desert tan
Drying the sun straight from the land
I like to forget this worthless hand
Claimed by your hard, stung in the sand
I like to forget this broken heart,
I will not eat, my deaths not far

(Happy)

You won't admit that things are better
Packed up and living in this desert
Well I'm gonna miss you when you're gone, but I won't write any grieving songs
And I won't kiss the sky and hope you're there
But I'll hold your gun and live your piercing stare
i like to forget  sometimes
That I'll miss you
And your technicolor pastimes.


We're happy.
Lauren Sage Apr 2013
After exams in 2012

-My darling,

I
Lost all our friends because I don't keep my promises.
I try to convince us, both
-You and me, it's for the better,
-I mean
They were all too self-obsessed, annoying, frustrating, sprayed with
So much perfume that you'd see plastic
Flowers and kiss your pain-free head
Goodbye (to them.)
And I told them (except one)
-I love you.
I loved them.
She said I had nice curves that I
Had a nice
-****
And for that day I didn't starve
But she still did.

-Please.

When I left him, after his
Vow of eternal silence and
Infuriating stubbornness and
the way he misused words like
blood, nightmares, hell
In an effort to conjure suspense to
-Get me to care
I didn't.
I didn't care about him, I
Couldn't care about him.
-That
And the fact that he now acts as if I humiliated him,
Slept with his friends (you were his friend)
Clawed his shirts, killed the family cat, ran a
Neat black sharpie down the line of his ribs and sliced, then
Red-handed, copper-scented,
Plucked his heart out
And
-I
Dress it in a top hat, then
Divorce him.
He wrecked it for himself he
-Wrecked
Something I never felt.
She chose him, my,
-Our
Best friend with the asymmetrical hair chose him and

You chose me, thank you.
Thank you,
I'm scared of being alone again, I'm scared of neat sunny
-Comfortable
Rooms
Of the lonely summers of
Me facing myself just me and no
You.
^Give me hope.
-Group
(s)
May be better for prancing
Frolicking
******* off the owners
-Of
Luxury cars.
You are better for kissing,
Loving, listening,
Cuddling on the side of the
Hill.

They were our
Partners in action when we
Defiled
The David Schwimmer tape and
they were our
-Friends.
When we mooched off you and they
Brought
Me out of a
(dark)
Place but
(No buts)
I know you won't say it
-I wrecked it.
-I am sorry

— The End —