Green Kisses
it’s grotesque.
The hum drum sound your lips make when they’re sour.
it’s a shame I love sour candy.
she’s so lost, just look at her
does she even know no one wants her here?
Pity.
On you.
For assuming I was anything less than your opinions.
is it because I wear my hair down in loose tendrils, so you can see them twirl.
or is it because I wear shorts, so you can see the scars,
I doubt you noticed those anyways.
you seem to only have eyes for the lime eyed monster in the mirror.
is he as pretty as you?
I wish you could understand why I sit in the back, why I speak when spoken to, why I never smile.
You.
I imagine you figure it’s because of you,
isn’t everything
because of you?
Or you’d like to assume it is.
Your hands, dead grass green with vanity,
While I, dousing myself in insanity,
hope , that, maybe one day you’ll see colors less loved.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC
Green Kisses
it’s grotesque.
The hum drum sound your lips make when they’re sour.
it’s a shame I love sour candy.
she’s so lost, just look at her
does she even know no one wants her here?
Pity.
On you.
For assuming I was anything less than your opinions.
is it because I wear my hair down in loose tendrils, so you can see them twirl.
or is it because I wear shorts, so you can see the scars,
I doubt you noticed those anyways.
you seem to only have eyes for the lime eyed monster in the mirror.
is he as pretty as you?
I wish you could understand why I sit in the back, why I speak when spoken to, why I never smile.
You.
I imagine you figure it’s because of you,
isn’t everything
because of you?
Or you’d like to assume it is.
Your hands, dead grass green with vanity,
While I, dousing myself in insanity,
hope , that, maybe one day you’ll see colors less loved.
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