i'm unraveling myself too perfectly these days
i pick away the shattered shimmer on my skin,
lay my battered angel wings down to sleep, i
wipe the black magic away with soiled cloth,
rip off dresses i don't deserve,
pinch every wrong answer on all miles of this skin
tummy plastered with cut up magazine dreams
legs so languidly hung, drenched in heavy wishes
hands eternally full of more to roll in, more to soak up
i beg the outside one to peel her face off of mine,
twist the hair on this head till the scalp bleeds,
let out the bitter girl
made so haphazardly of littered leftovers
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 4:20 AM UTC
i'm unraveling myself too perfectly these days
i pick away the shattered shimmer on my skin,
lay my battered angel wings down to sleep, i
wipe the black magic away with soiled cloth,
rip off dresses i don't deserve,
pinch every wrong answer on all miles of this skin
tummy plastered with cut up magazine dreams
legs so languidly hung, drenched in heavy wishes
hands eternally full of more to roll in, more to soak up
i beg the outside one to peel her face off of mine,
twist the hair on this head till the scalp bleeds,
let out the bitter girl
made so haphazardly of littered leftovers
bits and pieces of consciousness perhaps not a true finished piece
