i am feeling kind of sulky so
i guess i'm going to write some bad poetry.
you know i was never a girl of many words.
they would say that my soul is cursed.

i always knew that schools fill us with *******
but the biggest lie math ever told me
was that two negatives make a positive
for i knew nothing was good when our lips meet.

or maybe I was wrong all along
when i say that we're the kings and queens of disaster.
i liked messing up and you just went along,
which leaves me, as the only disaster.

and now the storm is yielding to the clouds.
the disastrous mistress has lost her cards.
LA hasn't been raining for days.
maybe it's best that we went our own paths.