How dare you
let her name
escape your lips
while I held you.

Claiming,
"She'd be jealous."
"She'd be so mad."
Good.
Let her be jealous.
Let her be mad.

Because,
do you kiss her
the way you kiss me?

Next time,
if you want me to let go,
just say.
It'd be just as
Effective.
And far less
Painful.

I'm telling you now
I think he likes me.
Like, likes me.
And I'll tell you
I can't feel the same.
At least not for now.
Because
I can't imagine
looking at him
the way I look at you.

You may treat me
like a puppet,
or a little marionette.
You may
pull my wires,
make me dance.
I will flit across
stage and set,
until my strings
are gray and frayed.
Maybe,
I'll be a real girl.
Someday.

You burned my mouth
like alcohol-based rinse
(No sting, guaranteed!)
All I wanted
was to swirl you around,
taste you.
Give me that brand new feeling.
(Fresh and clean,
or your money back!)
I was so afraid
to swallow you up.
(Contact Poison Control,
Immediately.)
And when I spit you out,
you left my lips numb,
and my eyes watering.
All that remained
was the lingering taste of you.
(Strong taste all day!
Or your money back.)
You know what?
I think
I want my money back.

Fear constricts my throat
and holds my chest right, closed.
The gaping wound of jealousy
is a pain that no one knows.
Do I choose to turn and run
or do I sit still and stay?
Will the Monster overcome me?
I cannot really say.
For people like you and I
reality makes for a painful life.
Dying to live in Fairytales.
The real world cuts like a knife.

You're addicting
like a cigarette
hanging between the balance
of almost gone
and not quite there.
Or maybe like
sleeping syrup
to an insomniac
on a cold winter night.
Or like a kiss
to someone who's
been deprived of the love
that's been offered to others.
God.
You're addicting.

I wish my hands didn't shake
when I get close to you.
I wish my eyes didn't cast downward
when I get close to you.
I wish my breath didn't hitch
when I get close to you.
I wish I didn't ache for you to hold me
when I get close to you.
I wish I had the confidence it takes
to be close to you.