Fake plastic beads endow my wrist Mascara-less lashes, lamp crown on my head One of the tallest girls in the room.
I've got so much going for me I've got the world at my finger tips But my heart aches and whispers your name Still today.
I thought, lets all be real cool Like, drink that whiskey up Fill up our tombs You can't respond back to that text message picture I thought we might bond over how I look But you chose not to reply.
Technology is an angel and a demon Appearing like vignettes on my shoulders Too proud to seek out But falling asleep in false lashes on my bed Reminds me of all the times I waited in lingerie And the Betrayer chose NYC, instead.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." The Betrayer said, his grin must have been filled With diamonds and mice Building mines within those rigged white teeth Blue eyes so dangerous, I drown myself any time I ask for him to lick my blood But I'll be in New York City so soon Perhaps we will have those intense Fleeting moments Of laughing in the streets, holding each other Laughing like Goose & Duck So very in love Tie me up and cut me up just like you use to But its me that does the leaving in the end But you predicted we had this 3 more times In our future Maybe I need to spice up the pain I've felt in Chicago.
*******. I'd never been told such a thing till Peter Pan with his ringlets of flowers And lemon orange filled lies covered in dust Pointed it out, just like all of the thousands of times He made me feel insignificant.
Its amazing how another human being can have the power To do such a thing I drink coffee in bed this morning My face becomes my business card Going on dates with interesting But the wrong men For now, I look down at my invisible clock In order to represent the urgency of time But the mundane invisible quality to it all My God, I miss Philadelphia.
What an easier time that all was As I bebopped around the corners of the city There were only so many places to go, Only so many people to see My little apartment now belongs to another element Of the harmful and heartbreaking past Will I ever fully recover?
A gluten for punishment I get so caught up in the pain, the heartbreak Imaginative, paranoid, sensitive Its what makes me a true artist Many exclaim But I take apart the pieces The confetti filled feelings Examine them, order a slice of pie to go And I know I've gotta dance in the forest like fire Even if we didn't get to that take.
I want so much more Than you could Than any of you could ever Ever did Give me. But just like that I remember the big sweaters My hair black, that Halloween show I feel like I have spent my life sad about some man.
But I have these moments Where I think, surely he is going through the same If not much worse And I do think thats true As Peter Pan scrapes and grapples past the memories of me Moments of wanting to be good he shows But he will always choose He always did The option that makes me feel the most alone.
So I let him. As other women around me are less strong Less brave with their supposed convictions I don't judge, but I recognize The cave of lost love is a maze At some points in life you might be brave enough To leap in and leap out But Peter Pan, You have found yourself a spot Gutted it, stuffed it with Winnie The Poo & Ninja Turtle Colored it with silly string and batches of ***** And its me now that has to walk out Without looking back At the world I can shake hands with But not dwell.