Ballgowns dipped in crimson blood

and roses dripping love as they’re

given back to you

Promises of promise rings

for dying angels who have

broken wings

the irony of  falling in love with chocolate eyes

even though you always thought  

they were the ugliest when

the color of the ocean when it’s up to your knees

has always been your favorite

anyways

the universal surprise of stepping out of the theatre

into sunlight and

covering bloodstains with bandaids to hide

battle marks on favorite jeans

we’ll wear beanies to cover up our unkempt hair

which never gets brushed because it’s too damn

fluffy anyway so why try  to tame it

on the highway to Canada not hell

but you wish you took a plane three minutes too late

watching poets cry themselves to sleep

and you wish you could hold, just hold up and wait

stop thinking just stop

but wait

we both know that you don’t really want to die  

just want to stop the voices

talking

judging

hating

nagging

pleading

crying

needing

wanting

S!C!R!E!A!M!I!N!G

screaming in your head

lions eating bad tasting snakes

and being surprised as they die from the poison

those eyes eyes eyes judging watching you

your dress is too short whore

but no show some skin now

eyes glittering and watching concstantly constantly watching

and

it

makes

no

sense

all these words words words

ohh that’s all you ever say

can’t you choose to fucking kill me

in any other way?

ballgowns and dancing

i am no princess

but a prince,

wearing suits made out of rain

deep in my brain dancing

no need to hide my dear

come out of your head

bandaids come off please

let me wash the bloodstains from your favorite pair of jeans,

the only thing you ever wear anymore