oh, she's the girl with the
cold lips
that sits in the corner
and mouths
words
she will never say
because she knows they're just too cold
for the average human.

ninety eight degrees hotter then you could ever be
but still she freezes you over with one look of her frosty eyes.

you get freezer burn
when she kisses you
but you like the feeling of being
chilled to the bone

mind over matter.
something over nothing.

am
i right?

i'm stuck in a constant state of nothing
and
apathy keeps me cold
while i make love by the fire.

in this world
im surrounded by hipsters
that i pick my teeth with
and my reasoning is
there lives matter as much as ants when you consider the things they do with their time.
and the worst thing is, for the most part i am right.

and i'm stuck in this miserable god forsaken city
with these miserable god forsaken clothes
on this miserable god forsaken
back.

smile so bright still, i do
but i still end up getting  cavities
from
their flesh inbetween my teeth.

tumblr ****.

recycled faces.

grody.

i hate people
but they taste so good.
especially their hopes and dreams

haha i really am a life ruiner.

bitter..?  i guess you could call her that
she tastes like stale water
with a little extra something on the side
she never fails to leave your toungue numb
though,

thats for sure.

so deadly
she is
but you know you love it.
there's a deep rooted craving
in all of us
for things that tear us apart
and

she's just
sharpened
her icicle fingers
pointed like knifes
that she'll run through your hair
when she makes you a cake filled with poison
on your birthday

it was made with love.
i honestly don't understand how they all ended up dead, officer.

what.

she'll pretend that she cares
and spin you a fabricated story
but she. really.  ******* doesn't.

you mean as much to her
as what she regurgitates onto paper

so a lot.

not.

she could **** you
in one foul swoop
but she likes to watch you fail
so
go ahead and scramble for a safety you will never find
eventually you're going to end up losing yourself
or your mind

it's the same thing these days.


i just want to find one person
who understands this disease
and
has the cure to make me love again
rebirth me
into a world where i belong and can rule

please
    


dear nonexistent identical clone of a person

whatever universe you are in
whatever you are called
whatever you are
if you understand me
please tell me you        
do


are you trapped in a paradox just like me..?
will you call me on Sunday's after a bad run in at the church where i end up shooting a little bit too much of you up into my veins, to make sure i'm still breathing?
how do you like me and your eggs
battered, broken, or sunny side down?

the answer is no.

silly goose.

no one loves you.
and
no one is there listening on the other side of that phone.
(universe)
the line is dead
and so is your humanity.


these puns
and these lines
that i've been writing around this head
are driving me nuts.
i'm knitting a noose for your neighbor
but this has all left me without a single hair on my head.

i'm sorry that i'm so frustrating


so where was i..it seems i've lost track of where this all began?

i plead the fifth.

this girl.

right.

nevermind.          


there's not too much to her, really.
she's simplistically consistent in her ways.

oops

sorry

that
was a lie.

maybe next time you'll get it right
and get the **** over yourself


okay.

let's start over.

****
i'm losing my mind


she's the girl with the
pale face
that sits in the corner

the girl with the
antartica heart
that you just can't warm.
she'll **** you before she lets you try.
in fact.


not today
though
and
not tomorrow

     not you
not again.

heed my warning

step back before you
die
before
i
freeze your heart next to mine.

              before you're trapped forever.
.