Your scent is of cigarettes and emotion soup,
Misery and misled love.
Crushed hopes and tangled hair.
But yet you sit perched like a cat
Fearing a bath.
Fearing the truth....
Darling your mascara is running.......
Your beauty isn't fading, but the paint is.
Getting something real for once reminds you of what pain is,
So you slip back into the galaxy at the edge of the world and refuse to look at the rearview mirror because you know its far beneath you.
Right now you have this time,
This magic. Everythings real...
You're above whats plastic.
And what you see behind you isn't the world you want but a war of ants on a tiny flower.
All rooted to the same source.

The hopes you had as a little girl..
The fact that you are sand but also a pearl.
A mad mystery to most,
when you're all alone with tears in your eyes looking at the stars,
When you're here on earth but mind is on mars.
And bits of colors shimmer as that last tear runs down your cheek.
              Remember that dead fish all go the same way in a creek...
And that you may be crazy but you are not weak.