Maybe I'm not sick enough
Of sad, beautiful girls.
They wear misery so well.
Like pouty lips,
And blushy cheeks.
Swollen eyes,
And little mouth noises-
A siren's call.
**I'm a ******* ********* at heart.**
It's pretty sick
Of her
To humor me like this.
To let me be the joke.
Doesn't she know
That I would sabotage myself
Just to hear her laugh?
Just to feel wanted?
Just to feel worthy?
Just to make my skin feel bearable?
Doesn't she know
She's the movie screen
I project my affections
Onto?
Sniveling silver.
Doesn't she know
She's my one chance
At feeling normal?
At feeling anything at all?
Doesn't she know
I'm tired?
I don't want to wait anymore.
I'm pretty sick
Of myself.
I need her laughter
To drown out the silence.
I'm so uneasy alone.
Their wet eyes are interchangeable.
A series of lips,
Cooling cheeks.
Blue mouths-
And their captivating sounds.
I laugh.
I'm pretty foolish.
She's pretty sick.
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC
Maybe I'm not sick enough
Of sad, beautiful girls.
They wear misery so well.
Like pouty lips,
And blushy cheeks.
Swollen eyes,
And little mouth noises-
A siren's call.
**I'm a ******* ********* at heart.**
It's pretty sick
Of her
To humor me like this.
To let me be the joke.
Doesn't she know
That I would sabotage myself
Just to hear her laugh?
Just to feel wanted?
Just to feel worthy?
Just to make my skin feel bearable?
Doesn't she know
She's the movie screen
I project my affections
Onto?
Sniveling silver.
Doesn't she know
She's my one chance
At feeling normal?
At feeling anything at all?
Doesn't she know
I'm tired?
I don't want to wait anymore.
I'm pretty sick
Of myself.
I need her laughter
To drown out the silence.
I'm so uneasy alone.
Their wet eyes are interchangeable.
A series of lips,
Cooling cheeks.
Blue mouths-
And their captivating sounds.
I laugh.
I'm pretty foolish.
She's pretty sick.
