Momma may have called her a bad influence.
But, aren't you still on Daddy's insurance plan?
C'mon step up, and be a Man.
Go out to dinner with the dangerous girl blowing smoke rings.
She's the same as you, were all sinners.
You never know she could be hiding angel wings
under all that thick Blue hair.
She's sort of like a car crash
you can't really help but stare.
What if she's an Angel and God sent her to you as a test.
to see if you'd give his beloved angel your best.
But you were to busy worrying about what
Mom would think and Dad would say
And how She might effect your grades.
But..What if you failed the most important test one day?

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I'll tattoo ****** on your lips
That's what its like to kiss you.
the smell of death
lingers in my hair where your fingers ran
I don't understand.
why would you **** me with your empathy.
I know nobody cares for me.
the quieter it gets
the more voices I hear.
you had too many choices
And I think you made it clear.
I'm not what you wanted
I let you inside and you left my body haunted.
You taunted me with kisses.
You made me feel false love.
I know no one misses me.
I miss you though.
I'll just go, I'll leave you alone.
But I'll tattoo dead across my eye lids.
So they all know what you did.
I won't live for anyone but you.


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I was hoping there was an alternative universe
where "I Love You" is good enough.
But I've already seen the entire solar system in the round bones of your spine.
the ride through space is tough, You and I could lay down and enjoy a glass of whine. You don't need to share feelings.
I'll just lay awake at night telling love stories to the ceilings.
wishing there was an alternative universe where promises had meaning.
And I'm leaning against the false hope that I could be an astronaut
and discover a loving alien who's everything you're not.
And we could live Happily on our own star.
Where I'd lay awake wishing he was less of what you aren't and more of what you are.
I love you for you and there's nothing that I'd change
I still love you with a smile, I still love you full of rage.
I thought, Maybe in an alternative universe
We could rehearse my dreams without a stage.
But this isn't a play.
there are galaxies  in your eyes
And there's nothing I can do or say
absolutely nothing, I just can't make you stay.
You really are a great actor, one of the great few
I mean there for a second, You had me believing you


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It took me almost a week to be able to fully grasp,
you were my boyfriend.
You were mine to talk to,
to hold and cradle right there in my heart,
a fragile glass cup to hold onto
and to never let go off.
I kept you there,
filled you up with my thoughts, my feelings, everything.
I gave it everything.
Even in times where I had nothing left to give,
where I was so busy I couldn't even breath,
I gave you 24 hours.

Now, I guess,
it will take me a month or more to let you go.
'Cause no matter how hard I try to drop
this intricate glass cup that I hold on for dear life to,
but yet so delicately and softly,
the ******* cup won't fall from my hands.
I can't drop it and run away,
nor can I let go at all.
Smashing it didn't work. Nothing is working.
You have stopped filling it up
with the ambrosia we call "selfies" and "texts"
undeserving words for this succulent and rich flavor
that once filled my cup.
All I have left are a few sips,
and with my greed,
I drink it all up.
The bottom is now my enemy, and it
glares at me mockingly.
I look away and try to release my terse grip on this
this last piece of you...

You have smashed my cup that I gave to you,
emptied it of your smiles, your texts, late night love notes.
It was left on a desk,
and you walked away.
Because you are that type of guy.
You wouldn't hurt me.
No one hurts me.
I hurt myself.

Pushing through
the rough and tough,
I surge forward and use what little strength I have.
It didn't have to be big,
just very deep,
and I continued to shove through everything,
pushing away, the way one might do when one swims,
I pushed away.
Once the hole was deep enough,
I ****** my mutilated hand
down my clogged throat
and shifted around inside, searching with invisibility
what you finally left behind for me.
I had put it back into my cage,
I am only a slave owner after all,
just to put it here.
No use for it now.
You see where this little ******* got me?
Now I don't need it anymore.
I found it and grabbed it limply
as it half-heartedly (haha) began to
grow bigger and smaller,
like the way you used to when you were younger
when you breathed in and out of a paper bag.
I grasped it and stared at it for awhile, this
this thing that was once so
colossal and scarless and innocent and so
so perfect.
It stopped moving.
I threw it onto the ground next to its grave, crushed it, twisting my foot
to do away with this evil little spider that lived in me once,
and kicked all the guts into the hole.
oops, I forget a piece, a thing that vaguely looked like the right atrium,
and I kicked it in with the rest of the crap.
I shoved some dirt into the hole,
covering everything  left of this thing that I once called a heart,
and walked away.

Now just watch me come back a couple days later
finding it,
digging it up,
and force feeding it to my cage.