let's link arms and sit by the toilet,
help eachother puke so we can lose those
5, 10, 100 pounds that seem to be holding
us back from having friends or a date
that wants to go out again. we will be so popular.
let's go out and get wasted, crunk, stupified-
to the point where we don't remember our bad
slutty dancing and letting that person touch us.
because in the morning everyone will be happy
talking about how f-ing drunk you were and it
was just sooooo funny dude. yay. we're popular.
let's do this. let's go to the mall and steal
name brand clothes because our asshole parents
can't work twelve hour days to make us spoiled brats
today i took five roses
and left them in the hands
of six people.
she was a small little girl
who said she was eight as her
mother cast a perturbed look at me
as if i were a pedophile. she
pricked her finger and started crying.
hookers are like prey and
someone once told me that game
recognizes game. i like to think
i have a lot of that but i dont.
i gave the hooker a rose and she
asked me if this shit gonna pay
my bills. well, probably not.
one was left in a bathroom stall,
the person who came out holding it
as happy as they could be. it made
me wonder if luck is really luck,
or just the universe being nice for a day.
he
there's an empty space between my fingers
the place where your hand used to be
there's lips on my mouth that are missing
i never realized how much your kisses would mean
and there's a spot by my side that is empty
where you used to walk next to me
and our friends still stand around talking
there's a silence where your voice should ring
so gone are the days of together
i still hold you close to my heart
because when i said forever i meant it
i guess forever for you was too long
seductive sin is what they called you, your big
lips and calloused hands on their legs,
breath inches from ears so close the impression of your teeth
on their neck was in their thoughts, craving, rejoicing,
i can't believe he chose me, they say, oh i must be beautiful.
your tanned legs and designer hair, your rear tightened within
two hundred dollars worth of jean. those stilettoes never broke that easy,
did he really make you lose your grace?
there it is, in your eyes. i can tell that look because he gave it
to me so long ago. he hurt you, didn't he? drank from the golden cup,
savored the s
flowers in hand, pants down, our fingers intwined, me breathing
you in, tasting skin, the reasons i love you
written on a deck of cards, the first time i cried when
i was drunk. let me tell you a secret,
i am scared.
you are an intimidating person. those almond blues
shoot me down, pin me, make the truth spill from my lips
faster than the lies could ever come. i feel small
when i stand next to you. i am five foot and am always small,
but whenever i am next to someone i feel like the tallest person
in the room. not next to you. i feel beneath you and supported
by you at the same time. let me tell you
a secret. i am scared. fucking
there is a pretty girl here that does not think she is pretty,
beautiful, does not see she is humorous and glowing or striving,
but believes that she is casting shadows. darkening.
letting go. evolving her state of mind.
she was stronger when she cared but now she cannot
seem to find a thing she cares about. where did
your sunlit skin go, your fondling kisses, your imagination?
where are the love notes, music notes? all that is
in your diary now are the letters you've written for death.
he believes that there are good things here, an
unopened door to her where romantic ramblings are hiding,
but he is too busy with other things for