Little meLiterallyExplodingAnd erodingAtThe seams(Its not all that it seems)I've seenThingsGreenWith wingsAnd blackWith legsBut what I lackBegsTo be knownOr have its ownSense of purposeI prefer this toBeing someone on the surfaceWho'sOnly experienced loving you.
Empty handedLikeI simply planned itI still hike(I try to understand it)But I can't stand itI'm strandedBeen flyingAnd I never landedBecause Peter pan was lying(We've all been branded)And we will all experience dying.
I've devastatinglyPatheticallyMade him the museAs I let him useEvery inch of myEmergency blanketBut I was coldAnd couldn't take itTurns out, I wasn't his shade of goldOr madeTo be sold.
I don't biteI chewJust as I dont writeUnless it's about youBut less and lessIs the viewPrecious,Or periwinkleNot withoutEven a sprinkleOf you-For there is no tasteTo compareTo your waistBare;And perfectly lacedWith mine.
We hugged inThe backroomAnd I shrugged whenHe said it was too soonBut I knew himLike peach boonesAnd tasted him with eachSipStill I go to the beachAnd slipSlipSlip away.Feeling him on my lipsAnd with every sway-Thats when I remember his bathroomOr how I wanted to say"I'll be back soon!"But I couldn't do itLove isn't made in [...]
He lit me upRareAnd smokedMe like airWas a secondary optionAnd it was scary but(I died with caution)Besides, he liked my gutsHe lined the coffinCoughing all the way at whatA shame it wasThat I was well doneWith trying to sell someVersion of myself I'd killed-When that was the one that thrilled him.But too many timesI'd spilled [...]
I'm one manic episode away fromFacing my ownGlumReality.But until then,PityMe;The itsy bitsySpiderWhoWas no provider-But a girl who's too afraid toLook further insider her.
My intentions wereSweeter thanYour beat up handsRunning through myIrresistibly entangled hair;But your illustrious stareConvinced me you were there in myMangledMoments. So I stripped bare forYour condolence-As you sworeYou didn't do relationshipsOrWhateverPoor,Misconceived bullshit-I should have neverBelievedAs you said it.
I picked yourFlaws andAll your distinguishing featuresLike they were apples,Some green andSome redAnd I kept them in my headLike it was a major motion picture(But what a beautiful thing to watch)As you fixed yourSmile;WildAnd wider than mine-On to me.
Its he who choosesAnd chews hisFusesAs he refusesTo be the one to lose hisPride.But it could've been usAnd what a glorious rideThat would've been.