Cold hands, grey eyes
Gives them butterflies
Dances all night.

Goes home, still drunk
Another boy, false love
Gives up, gets ******.

Messed up, trying hard
Plan fell through from the start
Can't get better with a broken heart.

Wants love, can't love herself
Puts her worth high on the shelf
Can't reach, kills herself.

Lonely, wants him
But he's dealing with the same thing
She wants more than a silly fling.

Must wait for him
Though the future looks grim
She'll hold on to it.

There is a vacancy in my heart,
One that tears me apart.
A vacancy in my soul,
A gaping, ghastly hole.

I am shoveling things into the spot,
Oh how resiliently I have fought.
Yet the world does not see me suffer,
Its forces in response become tougher.

I am tempted to taste forbidden fruit,
Dagger, pills, then dresses and suits.
Solemnly bowed heads, grieving eyes,
A weeping woman whom I despise.

Alas, I would not see these things,
These awful things that funerals bring.
Like ants from the woodwork they'd appear,
As if they ever cared about my fear.

Mommy, drink another beer.
Go ahead and do it.
Mommy, cast another leer.
You will regret it.

some\thing\hap\pen\s;
when I speak _ your _ name....
It'snotquitepleasure
and it's not. quite. pain

your face. those eyes.
those L.  iP.   s.
Stab a primal lo ng __ing....
And 》》speed》》 me to quips

slimfingersandneck;,..Every inch...
how - I - long and #i need
;it's a sc^rat^^ch I mus^t it^^^ch
But you. don't..... ||| concede |||

your voice like gravel
undermyshoe
never sounded s₩€€t€r
our words {{failed}} the truth

me, some~pied~piper~~~
reduced to this sniv. el. ing/idiot/poser
my mel°od°y play°ed to d _eaf ears
left > alone > to > spit >> out >>
......pretentious/....little/.....poems....