I
I always fall for Dersite dreamers
dregs of purple on fortune-telling tea
what is this trying to tell me?

intermission

I'm tired of double-edged swords
that pinprick and build up in the skin
explode into tears of blood and remorse

Should I stop wanting to get to know you?
I might fall even further than I am now

II**
Close your eyes, now guess who I'm writing about

her eyes change color
just like her clothes
she's in love with art
she knows how to prose

she celebrates in my victories
and worries in my defeats

I think it's better I don't know the true word of her bodice

Do you know who you are?

You never told me
Who destroyed your innocence
and it's too late now

I always wanted
for it to be dramatic
like on the T.V.

but you never did
and you never, ever will
but you had to tell

you divulged to him
it was necessary, thus
you obliged, peaceful

then you threw nail polish
and he said "emotionless"
leave me out of this

love is so daunting
I just might not prevail
I'd rather divulge my passion in further prospects
Things I am assured of
My plans for the future, steady as bored
love is so fleeting it hurts
why am I falling for you
ska girl n o t  
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let's be un-girls together
as always, I give in to *crushes

left my body electric after a dream of fire
Pepsi-Cola eyes were all I had
demons ate my classmates alive, alive
there were no screams only the sounds of fire
but I awake and they are unscathed

the teacher hands me a book
a single Koi fish drawn on blue-scented paper
she knows how much I love the fish fry
I will now always miss
it burns with the rest somewhere

A delinquent brought his iPad
and in a moment's glitch
they all go out listening to Katy Perry's Firework

rewind and you see them trying to escape through smoke-soaked hallways

my computer keeps freezing
the song keeps playing

living up to expectations already
don't be pressured baby, don't be pressured

only half of my fingers are cold
as I think of Brown-Eyed Ska girl

thankfully, she knows I exist
that's one part of the equation complete

Take a dip into my lake of fire.
Into to the tendrils that rip at your skin and whatever is left of your poor, poor soul, devoured by consumerism.
The body of thorns that blame nobody but you, that only add more faults to the list.
The embers that char the fingertips, that stay no matter how many times you scrub.


Go deeper.