we do so much to pretend
we are okay,
even just for a passing moment.
we cry until we can't anymore,
wash our faces, and continue
with fake smiles badly pasted
to our faces.
we press our souls to one another's,
letting them break us,
and pretend we're surprised.
the scars remain,
so we cover them up with makeup
and pretend they don't throb
when others touch them.
we plant flowers on graves,
and send "thoughts and prayers"
in the wake of complete devastation
as though that'll make everything
better.
it won't, but perhaps
it will make the ruins beautiful;

appearances are all that matter anyways.

From afar you looked like a knight.

But you were a trojan horse.

Tonight I'm burning.

out of all the guys trying to get me
all i see is you
their looks mean nothing
when all i see is you
you might be the lesser art
but ill still choose you

Well aren't you a little computer!
So smart and witty!
Knowledgeable and oh, so clever
yet you're so itty bitty!

Such a smart young girl
How have you come to this?
Studying and learning
Is it all for your bliss?

I know you're real smart
and I know you're so strong
Yet you will only be reduced
And that's the end of it.

there is nothing more perfect
than the freckles on your nose,
and the way they scatter like raindrops
on your cheeks.

they remind me of a sky
with new fallen snowflakes,
each one different
in size and shape.

i know how much you hate them,
you say they're distracting,
misformed,
or decorate your face wrongly.

maliciously, you cover them,
peach-colored paint dries
the bridge of your nose cracks,
and a piece of you fades with it.

summer comes and the paint melts off,
the facade with it,
and once again the sun can paint
drops of caramel on your skin.

i'll cut my hair
and mark my lips with blood
am I beautiful yet?

i'll grow my hair
i'll bleed I swear
am I beautiful yet?

my nails are long
enough to cut
scars deep enough
for these diamonds

and I don't get diamonds
i'm not beautiful
and god I hate my hair..

can't i just have nice hair....?