What if removing unwanted feelings
was as easy as coughing up the mucus
clinging in the back of my throat?
I close my eyes, breathe in,
and cough as your germs explode
through the air away from me.
I don’t want to think about your
pristine perfection anymore.
Like glitter glue on pink
construction paper.
I try to pick the hardened glue
hugging the paper but the
sparkles seem to stain.
You shine and I wish upon
the star that you were dull.
I wish I could stick a round
blue sticker on your forehead
and write fifty cents.
Like a house opens its mouth
to throw-up the unwanted
knick-knacks on the driveway.
Maybe some little old lady could walk by,
hand me two quarters, and take you
far away so I would never see you again.
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 5:35 PM UTC
What if removing unwanted feelings
was as easy as coughing up the mucus
clinging in the back of my throat?
I close my eyes, breathe in,
and cough as your germs explode
through the air away from me.
I don’t want to think about your
pristine perfection anymore.
Like glitter glue on pink
construction paper.
I try to pick the hardened glue
hugging the paper but the
sparkles seem to stain.
You shine and I wish upon
the star that you were dull.
I wish I could stick a round
blue sticker on your forehead
and write fifty cents.
Like a house opens its mouth
to throw-up the unwanted
knick-knacks on the driveway.
Maybe some little old lady could walk by,
hand me two quarters, and take you
far away so I would never see you again.
