it's so much easier to write about her
(i see her when i stare into the mirror
she stares right back
and the viscid jealousy
seeps into my ears
and out through my eyes)
i write her up
and erase her completely
and push her out
and summon her again
i wear her skin every day
because i figure she's the one people really want to see
(sometimes i wonder
if i'm in love with her
but then i remember
the pain she dealt to me)
she's beautiful, fearless, ablaze.
and when she dances
she leaves a trail of fire so dazzling
that it moves the sky
and the preachers wonder
if the rain was brought not by their clasped hands
but rather by the thunderbird
because it's so much easier to write about her
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
it's so much easier to write about her
(i see her when i stare into the mirror
she stares right back
and the viscid jealousy
seeps into my ears
and out through my eyes)
i write her up
and erase her completely
and push her out
and summon her again
i wear her skin every day
because i figure she's the one people really want to see
(sometimes i wonder
if i'm in love with her
but then i remember
the pain she dealt to me)
she's beautiful, fearless, ablaze.
and when she dances
she leaves a trail of fire so dazzling
that it moves the sky
and the preachers wonder
if the rain was brought not by their clasped hands
but rather by the thunderbird
because it's so much easier to write about her
