Monday, May 27, 2013

smells like teen spirit

 I could explode
I could be a bulimic vomit on your shoe

I could dance and scream and run and fly……..

There is unsolved equation in my bones
they cross and calculate but wither and die
They thin
When you stopped listening

Don’t lie in my face you mother fucking cunt
Don’t lie so still in this morning light
I might draw red from your throat
and claim teenage idolism

I might be drastic and stereotypical just to love you
And how embarrassing would that be?

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