and flat hair
Chest that resembles waves
And skin like the dead leaves of the fall
Eyes like honey dew,
Artistic mountain-like figures your voice drew
You seem to be perfect, don't you?
With the way you batter your eyelids
and my lids, they cause hurricane winds
Rough draft copies of tragedies
My life a constant mixture of sin and sanity
You, you're trapped in vanity.
Am I a buffalo, with a targets on my sides?
You're bullet of jokes stings.
I bleed blood from my eyes
I wish I was the carcass now,
But the other half of me continues to go on now.
You seem to hate my posture
Hate the way my mouth cracks under all the pressure.
Sue, SUE, SUE, SUICIDE WHERE YOU ASIDE
from when I need you to wipe the tears, my eyes
Is it when I'm alone and vulnerable you seem
to want to comfort me?
I wouldn't blame you to not want to be seen with
The **** of the joke.
I do not like the way your larynx
lashes out to me
Like whips to a *****
Leaving scars, the words
My skin, the page.
But it's ok.
I'll take the pain.
After all it's just a joke
It's only a game
Even though your self esteem won't be the same.
Relax, don't go insane.
That's one of the joys (the pain) of being the **** of the joke
Not my best.. I'm still growing.