I would love to be Margo

Have a mind that comes up with these crazy ideas, comes up with creative clues and actually do all the things I've written down and planed out

I would love to be Margo  

To actually do something to the people that have ****** me off instead of just sitting in the corner and waiting for things to change

I would love to be Margo

Hide in a secret in an abandon shopping center and think about all the things that have happened and might happen in my life

I would love to be Margo

Fearless and free spirited. Not afraid to do things on my own and not think about what other people are thinking of me

But can't be Margo because my strings are not all broken, yet.

Margo was a fragile girl,
so ****** it was cool,
we stayed in locked bathrooms, talking till nine,
her father was a liar, sipping cheap wine,
her mother a white pelican, death took her young,
she talked how she wants to orbit around me, like earth do to the sun,
wrote words on my palm,
"I think you can fix me with you sugarplum chewing gum..”"

She had no clue I was just a young wolf, passing my time,
I liked broken things that lights up at dawn,
girls that hide in shadows,
waiting for their monsters to come,
blinking neon signs,
smoking cigarettes with their trembling hands,
like they’ are passing a gun after robbing your mom.

Once she had a dream, about us, no longer being seventeen,
she felt dumb, expressing it to me,
gazing to the distance, her dream became reality,
sound of sirens, resonating in the distance,
wind was playing with carillon on their front lawn,
I didn't’t felt guilty, wolfs don'’t do, after they eat all lamb.

Margo was a fragile girl,
her pale skin, blue eyes mirrored her moms,
she used to made me peanut butter sandwiches without the crust,
but she didn't know that my favorite color was rust,
I liked when things fall into dust,
enjoyed smoke after ripping young hearts apart,
I filled her world while my insides were numb,
I left after damage was done.