I’m going through a phase where I put glitter on everything
I went to a craft store and I bought like five different colors
And some brushes and glues so I could just paint ******* everything with glitter.
I don’t want to just paint some pencils and notebooks or some shoes and headbands,
I want to paint my **** walls with glitter
I want to paint YOUR **** walls with glitter
I want to sew glitter into your clothes
I want to sew glitter into your skin
Get a bunch of sewing needles dripping with shiny blood
Get red and sunshine under my fingernails
I want to have *** with a boy
(in his car or wherever, I don’t care)
and when we’re done, I’ll throw the ****** away and then toss some glitter in the air and cover his torso with sparkles
Because then no matter how fast he moves on
He’ll have to deal with me for just a little bit longer
And he’ll have to give me just one more thought,
at least when he’s washing the glitter down the drain of his shower.

I’ve got my glitter --
It pours down on me,
Shiny, black, and splendidly dark.

Your glitter is gorgeous --
It trickles down smoothly,
Light, pink, and splendidly sparkly.

You've got the occasional
Black poured down upon you,
But it's quickly washed away.
Gone, overthrown by your
Iconic pastel glitter.

Mine is black.
It stays black.
When I get the occasional
Light colored glitter,
It simply seems to fall through
My black glitter coated fingers,
Gone.

The light glitter’s gone, and
All I've got is black.