the break-up

i carved your name across my eyelids, you pray for rain i pray for blindness

i thought of a million and one things we could actually do,
sing you a song,
make a smiley cookie,
let junior meet june,
pick june up from school,
sing me the fat worm song,
be my hottest babe,
visit the bin centre,
walk that favourite route,
smell your bvlgari,
make you smile,
make me smile.

pretty darling, stop running down my street the tears are dropping like a nuclear meltdown
all night long, i'll sing the same somber song.

never will sit, savouring razorblade kisses,
never will play, with blood like goo.
just throw me a cup of sympathy and watch it drip from my cheeks,
exhale, another wasted breath.
air, so crisp you broke those words into words hung across the screen,
3ply soft paper strewn and soiled,
heartbeats catching up with breaths,
your voice left in the memory of my phone,
make your accuses fall from the sky,
slap across my face or sink right to my heart.

Preach all you want but who's gonna save me?
I keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load
black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son
it ain't the mark or the scar that makes you one,
do my eyes betray a hint of lonelinessor an ambiguity

i want to speak these words but i guess i'll just bite my tongue,
and accept "someday, somehow"as the words that we'll hang from.
why does tonight, have to end?
why don't we hit restart,
and pause it at our favorite parts.
we'll skip the goodbyes.

ill sing and perform this time?

theres no promise of safety with these secondhand wings,
the line's drawn, you wont come back.
goodbye my lover, goodbye my friend.

you're my favourite accident.

i love you i love you i love, just like it in the song

you left trails of notes that pleases into boxes of coloured twinkies,
such a sweetheart, none will ever come by.

first july,
take this chance to learn,or to regret.
is there a promise to help me find the center of me,
i feel nothing but frost against my skin,
what ever happened to warm fuzzy feelings,
and butterflies crashing against the walls of my stomach.

unsatisfied, pride lust and superficial
such pressure, that name pressed against my back,
suppress that desperate cryout, in order to please.
overlooking what i actually wanted,
making a rectangle round
and a circle square.

affected by eyes and words that left their mouths,
i edged toward the realm of being emo,
what ever happened to my happy smilies and happily ever after.

babe, tell me a story that ends sadly ever after.
where the princess dies and the witch gets the prince.
or the wolf ate the children and they never got back.

fairytales are such fraud.
coked with the hopes of happy happy ever after.
lie to the children and deceive them.

i am nothing more, than a line in your book.