dancer of the clouds,
ink of dream,
as if the sky, hushed
and utterly forlorn,
turned a pirouette.

your eyes met mine like,
closing time.
the lights came on,  
and I went home.

You're a mess,
And I'm obsessed,
Just kiss me when you go.

We're still kids,
Don't you see?
I'm still sitting on the staircase,
Listening to you scream,
Waiting until it's safe to fall asleep.

My life has turned into moments on the staircase,
Heart tense,
Hands over my ears,
Biting back tears,
Wanting it to end.

running into the night
chasing dreams
with a bottle full of trouble by your side

passing streets filled with blood
searching for silver soldiers craving escape
to fight against a rising hell

when the dust has cleared
the rebels stand tall

the rebels have defeated the army
and a nation has been born

the nation of misfits

simply recalling better days before the torment of your perpetual tyranny that scratches at my soul

youre so frumpy mister, i don't know why you think we rely on you for criticisms oh sorry did you think they were optimisms? don't make me laugh. just hush your snarky mouth, your cruel tongue and calm your flashing eyes. take a look at the world around you, it's beautiful i promise, just open your eyes and see it how we do.

what would you rather..
a patchwork daughter full of stochastic emotions that bubbles up frequently in sadness, or one that's stony faced and glaring trying so hard not to snap out or yank off her marble facade?
it's a no brainer for you. you're supposed to care, but you don't. SO STOP PRETENDING LIKE YOU DO, I CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR PETTY LIES.