By this elliptical day I can spare a chance to be human,
My vital signs are occult every so often,
Friendly outtakes that strewn on through,
Hurt climbs my loss and now I know what to do,
Nothing left to say to change your mind,
Shall you return, I will follow the hopeless and blind.
I said I was unhappy and left on a lifeline,
Drying my eyes and asking to forgive,
I sank down to the last sewn on sphere,
Buttons were loose and threads soon appeared.
You say that hearts can worry together and feel the same,
Running to the nearest exit, which to turn, which to refrain,
My grace is falling at the stairway that starts,
Never ends, only plummets my heart.
I found my way to you long before,
Lost may be for many, I am confident that you have forlorn,
This string show that plays in your head,
Watching me desperate and mislead,
I keep my head up to reach for to much,
You grasp the strings and my weightlessness is at your clutch.
Outside this hole I once chewed myself deep,
The skyway buildings that cower around me,
In paper walls and evading halls,
I see a person with the death he gave in,
I am crawling, just watching him.
I quiken my crawl and seek for an answer,
Quiet dear, listen to me and do not tear,
He speaks with remorse and something with meaning,
But his face has disgrace, and shadows my seeing.
The crowd of dust and black asphalt,
Trickles inside my cells that you pealed off,
This blackens the hole that yearns for me to get lost,
In this I found you before,
Understanding, never no more.
I had my face to yours and sweetly said you name,
I devoured the words you praised my eyes and ears,
Trying to comfort me and take away my lifelong fears,
You said the things I wanted to feel,
Longing to be accepted and believing I would heal.
I felt warm when you held me close to your chest,
Till you pulled me in this hole, and now I forget all the rest.
Happy was me and you,
But anguish became the prelude.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Sincerely,
I always will have something to hide that no one can construe,
Sometimes I won't even know where I am going,
A lot of the time I don't know what to say to myself,
When the air is empty, I feel like crying,
I crave attention and yet when I get it - not enough,
I turn away from people when they give affection,
Yesterday I forgot what day it was, and still I am lazy to find out.
I have three hundred dollars in my account,
I know how to look beautiful, but I don't know how to feel it,
The gym is packed full of people, so I turn around,
I have a house full of food, but I would rather get generic greasy fries,
Passing by a pack of guys saying hello, I smile ( sadly I don't have anyone),
Looking out my tiny kitchen window, I see nothing,
No matter how many times people tell me I am sexy, I am still shy and nervous,
It's hard to breathe when I am face to face with someone,
Feeling exposed when I am naked and the lights are on.
I left him because I was abused, or was it because I was bored,
People see me as happy, yet I know the truth,
At least once a day I think about death,
I feel others noticing me, but I don't notice myself,
I take photos of me, to see how emotionless and empty I really am,
I crave someone to hold me at night, no sex, just hold me,
Praying to god is what I once did, now I am not sure if he has given up yet,
The showers I take are usually hot, so the cold skin I have warms up.
I used to read and enjoy just being in a corner,
The words scramble together now, and tears strike every line,
I still think of that prissy guy I was with and broke up with,
I wonder if those days were when I was happy,
My family said there was never a time I was content,
The covers I sleep in suffocate me with it's loneliness,
I write to give myself a release, yet I am not sure if it's bringing me down as well.
People say I am lucky,
I think about that for a while,
Trying to wrap my mind around the many who live in dyer times,
Why do I only feel pity for myself though,
Why am I so selfish and can't fucking get it,
Here I am though, with this sin,
I want to be ugly,
There would be no expectations if I was ugly,
But I was born a deep personality, with soft features,
He only wants to have my legs, not my brain,
Everything I have learned is worthless in love,
It seems to crumble me eventually.
I think I think to much,
Wanting a place to stay, not my own place though.
Walking to the vacant fall,
I see fireflies bounce off my eyes,
I smile, and wonder what it's like to fly with light,
I only know the dark,
How it would be to fly away from my problems, with light to guide me out of my tunnel.
I always will have something to hide that no one can construe,
Sometimes I won't even know where I am going,
A lot of the time I don't know what to say to myself,
When the air is empty, I feel like crying,
I crave attention and yet when I get it - not enough,
I turn away from people when they give affection,
Yesterday I forgot what day it was, and still I am lazy to find out.
I have three hundred dollars in my account,
I know how to look beautiful, but I don't know how to feel it,
The gym is packed full of people, so I turn around,
I have a house full of food, but I would rather get generic greasy fries,
Passing by a pack of guys saying hello, I smile ( sadly I don't have anyone),
Looking out my tiny kitchen window, I see nothing,
No matter how many times people tell me I am sexy, I am still shy and nervous,
It's hard to breathe when I am face to face with someone,
Feeling exposed when I am naked and the lights are on.
I left him because I was abused, or was it because I was bored,
People see me as happy, yet I know the truth,
At least once a day I think about death,
I feel others noticing me, but I don't notice myself,
I take photos of me, to see how emotionless and empty I really am,
I crave someone to hold me at night, no sex, just hold me,
Praying to god is what I once did, now I am not sure if he has given up yet,
The showers I take are usually hot, so the cold skin I have warms up.
I used to read and enjoy just being in a corner,
The words scramble together now, and tears strike every line,
I still think of that prissy guy I was with and broke up with,
I wonder if those days were when I was happy,
My family said there was never a time I was content,
The covers I sleep in suffocate me with it's loneliness,
I write to give myself a release, yet I am not sure if it's bringing me down as well.
People say I am lucky,
I think about that for a while,
Trying to wrap my mind around the many who live in dyer times,
Why do I only feel pity for myself though,
Why am I so selfish and can't fucking get it,
Here I am though, with this sin,
I want to be ugly,
There would be no expectations if I was ugly,
But I was born a deep personality, with soft features,
He only wants to have my legs, not my brain,
Everything I have learned is worthless in love,
It seems to crumble me eventually.
I think I think to much,
Wanting a place to stay, not my own place though.
Walking to the vacant fall,
I see fireflies bounce off my eyes,
I smile, and wonder what it's like to fly with light,
I only know the dark,
How it would be to fly away from my problems, with light to guide me out of my tunnel.
Monday, February 22, 2010
I considered your invitation,
As my mind wonders where you lead me to see,
Nothing else you can do, but what else can you be,
I starve for truth, yet still I chaise after you,
If I saw what was there, would it be the right thing to do.
Hanging on things that seemed unforgettable,
In the lament of things that were reliable,
I touched your face and felt a shiver,
I felt that you were my soul, can I live without you here,
Why is it so loud in the place of solitude, why can I not hear?
I cradled near your steps, and asked you to see me,
Let yourself seek through,
To my eyes they say much,
I longed for you, asked for your touch,
Despite, there is nothing of such.
I wasted my time, but is it time worth giving,
I had smiles and moments that were nice,
But this is the choice I now make, I feel it must be wise,
Scared yes,
Tired yes,
Wanting to die- sometimes,
But I accept a lot, and this is enough,
I will keep you somewhere in my heart, but not within love.
Your disaster was my yearn,
Your whispers to life were my expressions of concern,
You let me feel so many things,
But over my head and under my feet,
I cared for you, but now this is where we part and leave.
Another step in my life I take,
For whatever the intentions- I was always me,
But still- I will never be the same,
You and I could never be.
I lay here and spoke to you,
I once loved you.
As my mind wonders where you lead me to see,
Nothing else you can do, but what else can you be,
I starve for truth, yet still I chaise after you,
If I saw what was there, would it be the right thing to do.
Hanging on things that seemed unforgettable,
In the lament of things that were reliable,
I touched your face and felt a shiver,
I felt that you were my soul, can I live without you here,
Why is it so loud in the place of solitude, why can I not hear?
I cradled near your steps, and asked you to see me,
Let yourself seek through,
To my eyes they say much,
I longed for you, asked for your touch,
Despite, there is nothing of such.
I wasted my time, but is it time worth giving,
I had smiles and moments that were nice,
But this is the choice I now make, I feel it must be wise,
Scared yes,
Tired yes,
Wanting to die- sometimes,
But I accept a lot, and this is enough,
I will keep you somewhere in my heart, but not within love.
Your disaster was my yearn,
Your whispers to life were my expressions of concern,
You let me feel so many things,
But over my head and under my feet,
I cared for you, but now this is where we part and leave.
Another step in my life I take,
For whatever the intentions- I was always me,
But still- I will never be the same,
You and I could never be.
I lay here and spoke to you,
I once loved you.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Pretend
Everyone is watching,
I have the weight on my shoulders, and I don't have any leverage,
I may be struggling, but you wouldn't know,
I keep my mouth shut, and watch through closed doors.
I played pretend when I was eight,
I have fake color in my hair now, and my muscles are sore,
So much stress and not much to live for,
But the tree keeps growing fruit, so I keep trying.
Panic renders me when I am nervous,
Tension lives in later days,
Savior was my mother when I was in a faze,
But now the lights seem dark and gone,
Found is when your over with and done.
Show me where to go
Reappear and go away,
I am not sure, maybe over with and drained,
Shifting in from depth and flat,
I was the one, now I am last.
This is it and not at all,
You can have me when you call,
I asked for you to the passer by,
They said you forgot, and never wondered why.
All I needed was a chance to show,
Hundred times you should have told,
But changing never ceased,
You were what I dreamed, but never what I wanted to be.
I explained and detailed long,
But you looked away, and said I was wrong,
I conveyed something that was out of words,
You were standing while I was unheard.
I knew you and how you sensed,
This was filth and never rinsed,
I should have cleaned up before,
But I kept my mouth shut, and watched through closed doors.
I know how,
To get rid of people like you now.
Get cold and be like stone,
You have no heart, and your meant to be alone.
I have the weight on my shoulders, and I don't have any leverage,
I may be struggling, but you wouldn't know,
I keep my mouth shut, and watch through closed doors.
I played pretend when I was eight,
I have fake color in my hair now, and my muscles are sore,
So much stress and not much to live for,
But the tree keeps growing fruit, so I keep trying.
Panic renders me when I am nervous,
Tension lives in later days,
Savior was my mother when I was in a faze,
But now the lights seem dark and gone,
Found is when your over with and done.
Show me where to go
Reappear and go away,
I am not sure, maybe over with and drained,
Shifting in from depth and flat,
I was the one, now I am last.
This is it and not at all,
You can have me when you call,
I asked for you to the passer by,
They said you forgot, and never wondered why.
All I needed was a chance to show,
Hundred times you should have told,
But changing never ceased,
You were what I dreamed, but never what I wanted to be.
I explained and detailed long,
But you looked away, and said I was wrong,
I conveyed something that was out of words,
You were standing while I was unheard.
I knew you and how you sensed,
This was filth and never rinsed,
I should have cleaned up before,
But I kept my mouth shut, and watched through closed doors.
I know how,
To get rid of people like you now.
Get cold and be like stone,
You have no heart, and your meant to be alone.
Passing
Something is missing,
Maybe I should ignore the temptations to lose it all,
I will be stronger then this,
The museum that putters is abstemious,
I follow but I end to soon,
I feel content with my borders and barriers in my room.
I lost control but now I am sane,
Guide you gave to me,
Made me have a pure destiny,
Like the drive that keeps me driven,
Day after day, night after night- you keep me living.
Simple thoughts and taverns wide,
Tuscan leaves and tired faces hide,
Taking to frotage upon your gifts,
Resting over the love you graced, and gestured happiness.
River slithers down a crowd so big,
Found me in droplets so vivid,
You took my hand and carried me to the sanctuary,
With your balance you cured my breathing,
I never knew something so blind,
My heart is trying to recover- relieving.
Shine bright star in the night,
You helped me through this deprivation,
You left me long ago,
But you never really went away, just a castled shadow,
I hoped you would come back, as you lifted me slow,
Letting me believe, that I can still have hope.
I am brave to face what I must overcome,
With everything stripped, and in pieces,
You helped me learn to practice the pain,
Into something learned, and something to gain.
On my knees I indulge in what is true,
No poetry, just a quiet sound of the soul you grew,
Made me on a waiting game,
Worth the while, for all is better- broken the chains.
thank you
Maybe I should ignore the temptations to lose it all,
I will be stronger then this,
The museum that putters is abstemious,
I follow but I end to soon,
I feel content with my borders and barriers in my room.
I lost control but now I am sane,
Guide you gave to me,
Made me have a pure destiny,
Like the drive that keeps me driven,
Day after day, night after night- you keep me living.
Simple thoughts and taverns wide,
Tuscan leaves and tired faces hide,
Taking to frotage upon your gifts,
Resting over the love you graced, and gestured happiness.
River slithers down a crowd so big,
Found me in droplets so vivid,
You took my hand and carried me to the sanctuary,
With your balance you cured my breathing,
I never knew something so blind,
My heart is trying to recover- relieving.
Shine bright star in the night,
You helped me through this deprivation,
You left me long ago,
But you never really went away, just a castled shadow,
I hoped you would come back, as you lifted me slow,
Letting me believe, that I can still have hope.
I am brave to face what I must overcome,
With everything stripped, and in pieces,
You helped me learn to practice the pain,
Into something learned, and something to gain.
On my knees I indulge in what is true,
No poetry, just a quiet sound of the soul you grew,
Made me on a waiting game,
Worth the while, for all is better- broken the chains.
thank you
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Calamity
I am not afraid of fear,
It is something that quells and serenades till it disappears,
The brother of the sun came to eclipse my days,
Walking with gashes in my skin, and still I am not afraid.
Alterations had to be made when I fell from the sky,
I was not born, but came invincible through spheres in your eyes,
I demanded a lot, but little to be said,
Dragging my torn ligaments amidst the land of the dead.
Here my wings are spread with scales and thorns,
Enough to rip your throat with my anguish and scorn,
Dust and mud are served in bleach,
Hair clumps fall from my head as I service my creed.
I worry that you think I won't make it,
God is everywhere, and you think I don't know,
He see's the will I made was inferior,
But I will never subservient you, I do not fear.
I love the rotting perdition you will succumb,
On shaky grounds you feel overcome,
I say meaning in what you say not,
I may be the the terminal in which you sought.
I had you locked within a chamber in my heart,
Watched the end come near as my anti bodies ripped apart,
Your the complaint I told my nerves to abolish,
Hurt, pain, death, - my anguish.
The poison is how I see you,
I tried to dilute you with all the drugs I have,
But all I could do is feel lonely, cold, and sad.
Die with me then, I won't take you fear away,
Because you were the fear to begin with.
I am not afraid.
It is something that quells and serenades till it disappears,
The brother of the sun came to eclipse my days,
Walking with gashes in my skin, and still I am not afraid.
Alterations had to be made when I fell from the sky,
I was not born, but came invincible through spheres in your eyes,
I demanded a lot, but little to be said,
Dragging my torn ligaments amidst the land of the dead.
Here my wings are spread with scales and thorns,
Enough to rip your throat with my anguish and scorn,
Dust and mud are served in bleach,
Hair clumps fall from my head as I service my creed.
I worry that you think I won't make it,
God is everywhere, and you think I don't know,
He see's the will I made was inferior,
But I will never subservient you, I do not fear.
I love the rotting perdition you will succumb,
On shaky grounds you feel overcome,
I say meaning in what you say not,
I may be the the terminal in which you sought.
I had you locked within a chamber in my heart,
Watched the end come near as my anti bodies ripped apart,
Your the complaint I told my nerves to abolish,
Hurt, pain, death, - my anguish.
The poison is how I see you,
I tried to dilute you with all the drugs I have,
But all I could do is feel lonely, cold, and sad.
Die with me then, I won't take you fear away,
Because you were the fear to begin with.
I am not afraid.
Friday, February 19, 2010
fucked over
If everyone ( meaning those who don't read this) laughs at each other for just once. How I notice that the unforgettable Mr know it all is looking at me today. He says he has standards and knows how to get what he wants. I am sure he does and I am sure I don't care. Maybe I have this assertive knack to get into someones head. To understand why they like me and why they think they know me right off the back.
I am not easy because I am creative. I have black nails that have been chewed and chewed back on. I have my hair 75% in my face, and no I am not emo. What the hell is emo? I am a woman. I tuck in my shirt to make sure you don't see my fucking thong hanging out. I am not a slut. What the hell is a slut? My hair is straightened and my face is put on every day at six ten in the morning. No I am not fake. What the hell is fake? I like to say that you are a hypocritical fool that has no boundaries when it comes to bringing others down. I like to say that you may have the charm and you may have many talents, but do you even know when my birthday is or what my hobbies are? Would you even be interested? I think that I may be wrong a lot, but with you I think I hit the nail straight enough to hit the side of the brain you never use. But which side would that be? I see you gazing for hours with that Jack Daniels look on your face. I think it wouldn't matter which side I hit.
I thought I would dress up flirty today because I didn't give a fuck what would happen ( although I had an idea). I came up to those ten feet tall glass doors, and I opened them with my burgandy hair swaying to the music of Metallica. You were sitting with this arsed expression, and I came up to you and gave you a fortune cookie. It was already open so you wouldn't have to use your manly strength to open it. I then left you with your I don't know what just happened thoughts. I went up the spiraling bookcase of stairs, and let my side view seek your later intentions. You opened the cookie and then your face dented in with a furious composure.
How does it feel to be fucked over?
I never knew what a man was before. If he would be tall or know what he wanted in life. I didn't know if he would be a working man and keep me safe from harm. I didn't know if he had a wallet or he had just a backpack and his two legs to get him from point a to z. I say z because I am not sure if he would be a man who was lazy and sat on his recliner or computer chair and he could only accomplish point b. There are those who actually go to the gas station and fill up their tank to the full amount without waiting till he is completely out of gas and say that is what men do. I have seen over six guys do that already. They wait till the gas is lick dry, and walk a block to look manly. That is not manly. I think you wanted me to pick you up you lazy ass bum. I am at work though, cause that is what a woman does. They are independent these days.
I think to feel meaningless is to feel like your life is going nowhere. Like everyday you wake up and you do absolutely nothing different. Even if you were to change your wardrobe up a bit, that would be meaningful, but you don't even do that. You look at your empty cupboard and ask yourself why you don't even know how you got food in there. Why you are even looking for food, cause you are not hungry. You have no desire to eat that last goldfish. You have no energy to make fettuccine, because you have no soul. That is a bit harsh, but you have no soul basically. Someone took it away from you. Or a lot of people took it away from you. You gave yourself away to so many like a stray cat. You rubbed up the wrong way every single time. That is why they never come back to you. They use you, and you let them use you.
I did something so stupid today, I gave in. I looked at my horoscope and it said I have a lot to look forward to. It said that today is MY DAY. I don't think I read it right. I believed it for once and I thought that today was my day. I would have profound chemical connections today. I don't know what exactly it meant by that, but it was referring to love. I was surprised and kinda anxious to see what would happen. I am going on a blind date, so maybe that is what it meant by connections. Maybe he is the one( I am being naive).
I went to the mysterious spot I would meet. I know how it feels to be fucked over. Got stood up once again.
You are never going to have a day that is your day. Some other person will always claim it. On your birthday someone will claim it because they hate that you are happy. People can't stand people who are happy. You see some random people and feel a flush of puke green envy towards them. They are smiling, laughing, and doing things your not. You remember the days when you were happy, having flash backs of your ex's and once upon a time family you once had. Your day will not come, and your happiness will come and fade eventually. You go out to a club, you eat dinner with good friends, or you got a new haircut. Your hair is eventually going to grow out again and your going to have to find a new barber. Life is shit all the time, you just have to make sure you don't get constipated from it. My friend told me that the other day. They were one of the most happiest lucky go charm people I met.
They got fucked over eventually too.
Under my bed there is a package of twenty newly varnished playboy magazines. Then right next to those is my self loading pistol. I am going to take the mini torch I have in my garage. I am going to grab the mags and place them on the cotton pillow with cum stains on them. I will then set it aflame as I watch the bimbos die for some sort of pleasure. I will see your bed burn and your porn shit burn more. I am then going to take the pistol and place it in the back of my pants pocket. Its a tight fit, but I just need you to see it. You come home and see the burned stains in your room, your bed in ashes. Your stupid sluts in crumbles. Then you see my pistol. You look at me and know now not to fuck with me again.
I felt fucked over, but later it boomeranged to you.
I head to my car and feel like a tyrant with blood rushing up and down my veins. I am happy, for now at least. I take it back. I had my day today.
Assholes are looking at me as I walk through the shopping district. All they want is what is in my pants. I don't think they would want it, once they mess me over. I turn my head to a group of guys that are antagonizing for my attention. I lift up my shirt so they see it. There faces fall right off there cocks. I am a woman. I am a person. I am more then you'll ever be able to handle.
You'll get fucked over.
I head down to the end of the mall and get myself a new dress to once again start the cycle. My name is what you want it to be, cause my real name is long gone.
I am not easy because I am creative. I have black nails that have been chewed and chewed back on. I have my hair 75% in my face, and no I am not emo. What the hell is emo? I am a woman. I tuck in my shirt to make sure you don't see my fucking thong hanging out. I am not a slut. What the hell is a slut? My hair is straightened and my face is put on every day at six ten in the morning. No I am not fake. What the hell is fake? I like to say that you are a hypocritical fool that has no boundaries when it comes to bringing others down. I like to say that you may have the charm and you may have many talents, but do you even know when my birthday is or what my hobbies are? Would you even be interested? I think that I may be wrong a lot, but with you I think I hit the nail straight enough to hit the side of the brain you never use. But which side would that be? I see you gazing for hours with that Jack Daniels look on your face. I think it wouldn't matter which side I hit.
I thought I would dress up flirty today because I didn't give a fuck what would happen ( although I had an idea). I came up to those ten feet tall glass doors, and I opened them with my burgandy hair swaying to the music of Metallica. You were sitting with this arsed expression, and I came up to you and gave you a fortune cookie. It was already open so you wouldn't have to use your manly strength to open it. I then left you with your I don't know what just happened thoughts. I went up the spiraling bookcase of stairs, and let my side view seek your later intentions. You opened the cookie and then your face dented in with a furious composure.
How does it feel to be fucked over?
I never knew what a man was before. If he would be tall or know what he wanted in life. I didn't know if he would be a working man and keep me safe from harm. I didn't know if he had a wallet or he had just a backpack and his two legs to get him from point a to z. I say z because I am not sure if he would be a man who was lazy and sat on his recliner or computer chair and he could only accomplish point b. There are those who actually go to the gas station and fill up their tank to the full amount without waiting till he is completely out of gas and say that is what men do. I have seen over six guys do that already. They wait till the gas is lick dry, and walk a block to look manly. That is not manly. I think you wanted me to pick you up you lazy ass bum. I am at work though, cause that is what a woman does. They are independent these days.
I think to feel meaningless is to feel like your life is going nowhere. Like everyday you wake up and you do absolutely nothing different. Even if you were to change your wardrobe up a bit, that would be meaningful, but you don't even do that. You look at your empty cupboard and ask yourself why you don't even know how you got food in there. Why you are even looking for food, cause you are not hungry. You have no desire to eat that last goldfish. You have no energy to make fettuccine, because you have no soul. That is a bit harsh, but you have no soul basically. Someone took it away from you. Or a lot of people took it away from you. You gave yourself away to so many like a stray cat. You rubbed up the wrong way every single time. That is why they never come back to you. They use you, and you let them use you.
I did something so stupid today, I gave in. I looked at my horoscope and it said I have a lot to look forward to. It said that today is MY DAY. I don't think I read it right. I believed it for once and I thought that today was my day. I would have profound chemical connections today. I don't know what exactly it meant by that, but it was referring to love. I was surprised and kinda anxious to see what would happen. I am going on a blind date, so maybe that is what it meant by connections. Maybe he is the one( I am being naive).
I went to the mysterious spot I would meet. I know how it feels to be fucked over. Got stood up once again.
You are never going to have a day that is your day. Some other person will always claim it. On your birthday someone will claim it because they hate that you are happy. People can't stand people who are happy. You see some random people and feel a flush of puke green envy towards them. They are smiling, laughing, and doing things your not. You remember the days when you were happy, having flash backs of your ex's and once upon a time family you once had. Your day will not come, and your happiness will come and fade eventually. You go out to a club, you eat dinner with good friends, or you got a new haircut. Your hair is eventually going to grow out again and your going to have to find a new barber. Life is shit all the time, you just have to make sure you don't get constipated from it. My friend told me that the other day. They were one of the most happiest lucky go charm people I met.
They got fucked over eventually too.
Under my bed there is a package of twenty newly varnished playboy magazines. Then right next to those is my self loading pistol. I am going to take the mini torch I have in my garage. I am going to grab the mags and place them on the cotton pillow with cum stains on them. I will then set it aflame as I watch the bimbos die for some sort of pleasure. I will see your bed burn and your porn shit burn more. I am then going to take the pistol and place it in the back of my pants pocket. Its a tight fit, but I just need you to see it. You come home and see the burned stains in your room, your bed in ashes. Your stupid sluts in crumbles. Then you see my pistol. You look at me and know now not to fuck with me again.
I felt fucked over, but later it boomeranged to you.
I head to my car and feel like a tyrant with blood rushing up and down my veins. I am happy, for now at least. I take it back. I had my day today.
Assholes are looking at me as I walk through the shopping district. All they want is what is in my pants. I don't think they would want it, once they mess me over. I turn my head to a group of guys that are antagonizing for my attention. I lift up my shirt so they see it. There faces fall right off there cocks. I am a woman. I am a person. I am more then you'll ever be able to handle.
You'll get fucked over.
I head down to the end of the mall and get myself a new dress to once again start the cycle. My name is what you want it to be, cause my real name is long gone.
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