Try to look your best
While you can’t even find a single dress.

Figured an easy task,
But, heck, you haven’t even been asked....

So walk around, don’t sit.
Go in circles to find a cheap lip kit,

And hope for another chance
Because this just may be your last dance.

I remember the first time I shared a dance with the devil.
We cut lines and spun circles until we couldn’t feel our feet beneath us.
Our bodies so close I felt the sweat beading on her neck.
She fed me venom from her lips,
a searing pain set in my flesh and I lost feeling in my mouth.
I felt a drip and my throat went numb, the energy was electric.

I pulled her in and kissed her harder, our lips so chapped they cracked under pressure;
iron crept to my taste buds but I didn’t care,
we just kept dancing.
The only thing that mattered was that we found comfort in one another’s demons.
Our bodies moving in unison was the closest the world would ever get to magic and I knew I would never be that free again.
Dancing with her gave me a sense of power,
like nothing would ever hurt me, like I could do anything.

She made it okay to feel.

I’d heard of her eyes before our unforgettable encounter;
they were known to diminish the character of a decent man.
Warned not to get involved I naturally did the opposite.
All I could think about was those piercing green eyes.
She had a peculiar smell,
the chemicals in her perfume so prevalent that my eyes watered as it made its home in my nasal cavity.
I knew then that she would change me,
to be frank I didn’t too much mind.

We went on many adventures together,
she was my first choice for music festivals
my only friend on a non-stop flight.
Each time she was with me my heart would tap-dance when I heard hers beat.
I fell further in love when my heart tapped so hard it nearly danced out of my chest.

My energy levels set in a constant high all because of the carelessness that traveled through the sway of her hips.

This woman won control of my emotions,
so much so that I hated who I was without her.
Her embrace was my happy place and I’d be willing to give my life to be wrapped up in hers.
Lost in her I knew I couldn’t live this way much longer,
I had to escape the curves of the white dress.
I hit the pavement.
I noticed the world start to fall the further I got away from her
nothing was as fun as it was before
Life without her is drab, but I’ve got to do what’s necessary to keep myself alive.

She was never good for me.

the room was empty
dark
like no one else was there
through my eyes
in my arms
you stood with perfect hair
i stared
and thought
what little chance this could be
to have you, my winter girl
as pretty as can be

Every night
I saw that girl
who roamed the dark streets
with eyes filled with smoke
and feet swaying with confusion and power.
With clothes that reminded me of night sky.
She was out all night
to paint the world
in the color
of her black beautiful broken heart.
The many masks of her
hung by her wrist.
They smile, sneer and look down
at the faceless shadows
that are bound to disappear.
And though it always puzzled me
how she could smile,
after breaking so many people.
I finally understood
how it could be so hollow
and so fulfilling at same time.
I finally understood all this
the morning when I woke up as her.