Cool beauty exudes from the skull with black tendrils
Inky like a writer, inky like angst but it slides over your skin when you go to touch it
Two brown eyes in bed
Loving on the world like a ***** animal
Loving it on a bike, over roots and streams

While poetry turns the sleek machinery works
The body is smooth and aesthetic
And even when the mind is jagged the voice is soft and considered
Turning this way and that
I have the audacity to call myself cute
And I love my place in the world.

But I want to **** it.
To teach you a lesson.
About judging people.
About letting them grow.
I want to leave my beautiful hair
Young and pathetic
Attached to a dead skull
Sever the promise I held from ever forming fully
Just to show you what you've done to me.

Even though I'm sure I could fix this
Even though so much of this is my fault
You have done ugly things to me,
Things you should be ashamed of.

I want to gather up the guts to end it all,
Because what I have left is pieces like glowing embers
And it hurts to rekindle this fire
In the rain.