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Aug 2016
A Swiss First shirt
A beeping sound occurred
I got scared because theres so much tragedy in the world
I don't wear pants
I washed my face in the mirror and heard
"Don't act like you forgot."

A swarm of images
Its as if I dipped my finger
Into the well of yester year
But its not honey sweet
And its not that this moment is perfect either
But I'm not wearing green and over eager eyes.

I thumped down the steps tonight
After lighting and recording
My blonde multi colored hair shining
The only lady in the room
And at times I wonder
This could bother me
But it just doesn't
I've never been afraid to be the one
To fight for us.

But there it is
I remember sleeping on my mattress on the floor
In the corner of my room
I waited and waited for you
I put on a sparkly lime green dress
I would later give away for free
My hair decadent rainbow colors
I covered my face in make up
We acted like it was my wedding day
I mentioned wanting a ****** mary
And the others couldn't let it go
You traveled down the escalator
You knew exactly what you would wear
Your longboard in your hand
I know you must remember and think on these moments
Though you so severely err and continue to.

I remember how nervous I was
I couldn't stop spraying my mouth with mint
You grabbed me with one arm and kissed me
You had talked this moment up for months
It was hard and quick and fast
I remember wanting to push and pull away
Like I was ashamed that the others knew and watched
They called me your girlfriend
And I loathed it already.

That night
Movie talk surrounded me
You wore a straw hat
We played spin the bottle
And kissed others
It was weird and hard
You led me to your bedroom
As I came out of the restroom
And lured me down
Where my soul would soon partially die
Within the grapefruit mist of tigers and mildew
Filled dreams and things
Ex-girlfriends buried beneath your bed
Like they too, were a wasteland.

Little did I know
You would read my scripts out loud like you could barely read
And that wasteland would manifest itself in my dreams.

We made love
But it wasn't
I cried as you gave yourself to me
I was drunk and angry
And felt like everything was going to be stolen from me
We started and stopped
I aim to please
We drank and spit
We drank and spit
I drank and spit us out
And landed in your bed
Opened my eyes in the morning
And it was there that I lost my head

For the next 6, maybe 7 months.
So it all comes full circle
And I guess I will truly nod and be at peace
Once October 29th rolls around
And I remember just how you treated me
Like I was all the rest.

But to my utmost relief
It was never me
I know you bury yourself in the fat of another woman' flesh
Lost as ever
You think of me on this day
With your charred grin
Wilted face
Hairless head
And that demeanor I wanted to love so well
You aren't all bad
Although you might be a sociopath
And this time last year

You had me convinced
I was your bride to be
But now I write this
Next to the right man.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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   Keith Wilson and ---
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